Not a Pizza Dream

[irrevocabilis]

For the first time in a long time, I had a dream about my father. I didn't dream about him in person, but I dreamt that I was finding letters he left behind. He left behind a lot of letters in real life too. But this one was for me. It was a long letter, pages of it, but I could only read the last two sentences.
"Thank you for helping me die. When it's your time, I'll be there with you."
I woke up immediately. It took me two days to even tell Albert about it.