The Heart Ache Is Too Much To Bear....RRRRRRRGGGGG!
I woke up this morning in tears. It's true, my dad really is gone. I dreamt last night that my family and I were sitting in my living room talking about everything that needed to be done. Suddenly, my dad came out of my kid's room (his old room) almost floating and walked/flew through my living room. I was shocked and stared around to see if I had been the only one that noticed. He looked so real, and so happy. I didn't know what to do. Finally, my aunt turned to me and said, "It's true, he really is dead. He must have returned to take care of some unfinished business."
Then we all sat down for dinner and dad told stories just like he always did. He was laughing and he was happy. I don't remember what happened after that. The next part of the dream I remember is being alone with my dad and him saying that he didn't have a safe deposit box and that I could find what I needed in a locked metal box in his closet.
I don't know what it means. I just know that I miss him and that I feel really shitty for being in Jamaica when he needed me the most.I feel largely responsible for his death for reasons that I don't care to discuss at the moment.
Then we all sat down for dinner and dad told stories just like he always did. He was laughing and he was happy. I don't remember what happened after that. The next part of the dream I remember is being alone with my dad and him saying that he didn't have a safe deposit box and that I could find what I needed in a locked metal box in his closet.
I don't know what it means. I just know that I miss him and that I feel really shitty for being in Jamaica when he needed me the most.I feel largely responsible for his death for reasons that I don't care to discuss at the moment.