dreams...dad...slight ramble
I still dream about dad. I hope I never stop. I wonder if I only dream of him because he was physically in my life not too long ago. I don't dream the same things I did when I was 14, I don't think. I wonder if you stop dreaming "old" information? Maybe if I keep him in my head, like I am sure I will, I will continue to dream of him. It is comforting. Its almost like it was, in my dreams. They are simple dreams, this morning I had a dream that he was gardening in the front yard. Nothing special, I almost didn't realize that I dreamed of him because it felt that normal. Mom says she doesn't dream about him. Im sure she probably does but can't remember in the morning. I wish she could remember. She says she dreamed of him once, he called on the phone and said he didn't want to be dead any more. God, when she told me that I almost burst into tears. I can see it, I can hear it.
Its weird to me that my dad is dead, noone will ever met him again, but he is a real person in my dreams and in my mind. He is a concrete being that doesn't really exist. You can't find him anywhere, but in the hearts and minds of those who knew him.
Its weird to me that my dad is dead, noone will ever met him again, but he is a real person in my dreams and in my mind. He is a concrete being that doesn't really exist. You can't find him anywhere, but in the hearts and minds of those who knew him.