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Aug 02, 2007 11:27

I had a strange and very sad dream last night.
I dreamt that I was dead, and had left my young adopted [now again orphaned] daughter a long and loving note. The dream was pretty much like a naration of what I said in the note to her, a short biography of my life detailing my family, my interests, how I came to adopt her, and detailing my fatherly love for her. I remember a lot of the note, but only the ending of it remains quite solid.

"Your life will be lonely and filled with pain at times, but I encourage you to remain confident that there is love to be found. Do not be afraid to walk in the rain; it will only be once the lights are turned off that you will understand what the sun truly means to you. I hope that your adventures bring you the answers you seek and succeed to diminish any doubt you have of your abilities. Know that you are not alone, and that my love is with you. You will always be my sunshine. Richard Alexander Pemble."

How strange to have such powerful compassion towards an imaginary figure.
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