Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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.
Posted by Renee