Dreams of my father

Apr 28, 2009 06:22

My father has been dead for twenty years. Having lived with it for so long, in certain ways his absence is a relief. It is nice to be able to live out my life without worrying about the apoplexy that would follow every visible piercing or boyfriend and without the constant flux of his vanishings and reappearances ( Read more... )

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land_girl April 28 2009, 07:31:07 UTC
I dream of mine, too, but he is rarely alive in my dreams and doesn't stay long. I wish I could remember him.

Beautifully written, as always. Thank you.

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rainsinger April 30 2009, 11:12:50 UTC
WOuldn't it be great if we could pre-set what we want to dream of? Each night would be like a trip to the cinema, only without the aggro of finding a babysitter and forking over extortionate cash.

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minnesattva April 28 2009, 07:38:04 UTC
something in me aches and something in me is fed.

Yes. Oh...yes.

I used to have dreams like this about my brother (but I could never write so well about them! but I tried here). I suppose I will again. They still hurt but they're getting more positive as time goes by and soon I imagine they won't hurt at all. Much.

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rainsinger April 30 2009, 11:13:33 UTC
They still hurt but they're getting more positive as time goes by and soon I imagine they won't hurt at all. Much.

That's the way it was for me. At some point the pleasure of seeing outweighed the pain of missing.

xxx

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Wonderful post ext_184483 April 29 2009, 17:02:07 UTC
What an extraordinarily elegaic posting: heartbreaking and wonderful to read at the same time. And thank you for such a wonderful shaggy dog story on Mrs Trefusis: he sounds like such a genius dog, so jaunty and full of spirit.

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Re: Wonderful post rainsinger April 30 2009, 11:11:49 UTC
A distinguished visitor! I am equally surprised and honoured. :)

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