seeing dad
preface: my father passed away in 2010. last nite i had this dream: i was in my room at the house i now live in. there was a knock at the door that opens into the hallway. the door separates the garage from the house. before i could answer, the door opened and a man walked past my room. i went into the hall to see who this was. the man turned around. it was my father! i was in a state of shock. knowing my father was no longer alive, yet here he was right in front of me. wtf??? he looked healthy as if he was in his 60's or 70's. tanned, a full head of white hair and a smile on his face. he was wearing a light colored short sleeve shirt and dark slacks. i just stood there speechless. he had a gift for me. it was in a very small "christmas" type bag with handles. the bag was a shiny royal blue. i don't recall if he gave me the bag and i set it down somewhere or he set it down. at any rate i never opened the gift to see what it was. then we were in the living room, he started to stumble so i grabbed him from the front with both of my arms and helped him sit on the couch. i remember the feeling of how heavy he was. so there he was sitting on the couch in front of me when i was suddenly overcome with thoughts of sorrow and joy. sorrow because i knew he had passed 6 years ago and joy because he was sitting right in front of me at this very moment. i started to cry uncontrollably as he sat there looking at me, smiling, with his hands clasped on his knees. then we were in another room of the house. there were other folks in the room. i began to talk to them. i turned to check on my father and he was gone. i went into another room and he was there. again there were other folks in the room who i began to talk to. again when i looked to see if he was ok, he was gone. this time however, i could not find him. i looked in every room asking everyone if they had seen my dad. no-one had seen him. i went outside to see if he was there. some kids were playing in the yard so i asked them, "have you seen my dad?". they had not. as suddenly as he had come into the house; he had left. we never spoke a word the whole time. the dream morphed: i was sitting in a booth at a restaurant drinking a glass of beer. someone i knew walked by me and said, "you here drinking beer again?". i remember thinking, "i deserve this beer. i just saw my father."