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Today is my dad's birthday. He would be 91. Wow.
I still miss him. A couple of days ago I saw a white-haired older man in a line at a restaurant and for just a second, I thought it was him. That happens every few months. What was weirder--I had a dream, the details of which I don't remember except that there was a man who reminded me of Dad but I'm pretty sure wasn't him. But for some reason I reached out and touched his hand, and it was like holding my dad's hand. It felt exactly like my dad's hand, which, you know, A) I wouldn't think I'd remember what my dad's hand felt like, and B) I don't normally *feel* things in my dreams. See and hear, yes. Have emotional reactions, yes. But touch-feeling? Not that often.
It was a good dream.
I still miss him. A couple of days ago I saw a white-haired older man in a line at a restaurant and for just a second, I thought it was him. That happens every few months. What was weirder--I had a dream, the details of which I don't remember except that there was a man who reminded me of Dad but I'm pretty sure wasn't him. But for some reason I reached out and touched his hand, and it was like holding my dad's hand. It felt exactly like my dad's hand, which, you know, A) I wouldn't think I'd remember what my dad's hand felt like, and B) I don't normally *feel* things in my dreams. See and hear, yes. Have emotional reactions, yes. But touch-feeling? Not that often.
It was a good dream.