Monday, February 20, 2012
Dreaming about Dad
I had a dream about my dad last night. I knew right away it was a dream because he's been gone since 1996. So, as I sat in a front room in that house, I saw dad through the window at the front door. I didn't want to wake up before I got a chance to speak to him, so I dashed out of the room and pushed past people to get to the front door and see my dad! He seemed glad to see me, and I told him that I missed him. But he was so much taller than I remembered. In fact, my head barely came above the brown leather belt in his blue work trousers. I wondered whether I was remembering him from when I was a little kid. So I asked why he seemed so tall, and he told me that he was the size he needed to be for the work he had to do. I didn't get to ask what kind of work he was doing, because then he disappeared and another man of the same height stood in his place. He told me that my dad had to go. And I woke up. I wanted to cry because I didn't get a chance to hug my dad. But I didn't cry. I just felt sorry for myself for most of the day instead.
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