Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Beautiful Soul

Last night I had a dream about my daddy. He died, suddenly, a little over a year ago, when he was only 58. I dream about him every now and then. Usually, in my dreams, he just shows up somewhere to talk to us; my mom, sister, myself . . But last night in my dream, it was as if he was speaking to me, in my thoughts. He was telling me to help my mom, that she really needed help but wouldn't ask. Then, he called on the phone and spoke to me about this same thing. I could hear his voice, his tone, his unique was of speaking, that I haven't actually heard since early last April. It was the greatest feeling. I miss it, and am lucky to have it, if only in my dreams.


beki said...

I love this touching.

Mullet said...

Ilove you Na. What a wonderful dream you had. I wish I could have a few of my own, but I have yours and you remember them so vividly. He just loves you so very much. I still can hear him say when you answered the phone, "FROGGYYY". What a beautiful sound.