A Dream About My Dad
I just had the best dream about my dad.
I was walking out of a store and as I turned to go back, there he was! I said, "Daddy, is that you?" I couldn't stop looking at him. His hair was darker and he was still HIM but more handsome somehow. He was so SOLID and looked so strong. I'd never really seen my dad like THIS but it was him in perfection, you know? Even the glasses were gone. I started to cry and I just hugged him...CLUNG to him...and I could feel the softness of his shirt on my cheek and the strength of his shoulder. I really concentrated on that because I didn't want to forget. I was afraid that at any moment he would dissolve like they do in the movies and I would be left embracing an empty spot where my dad's shape was in my arms just moments before. I just kept telling him how much I loved him and I couldn't wait to see him again and how much I missed him, over and over. Dad just hugged me really hard, not rushing my need to hold on and said, "Me too." He knew my heart was breaking all over again so he told me a story about the kids he knows. "You know, some of the kids will visit like this too. They like to say, 'I know what's going to happen but you wouldn't understand so I can't say.' They think it's funny they know something like that." My dad chuckled to think about the kids teasing and it made me giggle that he thought it was funny...and I did feel a little better. All too soon I had to say goodbye. I walked back into the store where I got some concerned looks because my face was so puffy and tears were still rolling down my cheeks. In the dark now, though, my husband still sleeps so he doesn't know the tears are still here, all too real. I just want to hold onto my dad just a little bit longer before I start my day.
I love you, Dad. Thanks for the visit.
I was walking out of a store and as I turned to go back, there he was! I said, "Daddy, is that you?" I couldn't stop looking at him. His hair was darker and he was still HIM but more handsome somehow. He was so SOLID and looked so strong. I'd never really seen my dad like THIS but it was him in perfection, you know? Even the glasses were gone. I started to cry and I just hugged him...CLUNG to him...and I could feel the softness of his shirt on my cheek and the strength of his shoulder. I really concentrated on that because I didn't want to forget. I was afraid that at any moment he would dissolve like they do in the movies and I would be left embracing an empty spot where my dad's shape was in my arms just moments before. I just kept telling him how much I loved him and I couldn't wait to see him again and how much I missed him, over and over. Dad just hugged me really hard, not rushing my need to hold on and said, "Me too." He knew my heart was breaking all over again so he told me a story about the kids he knows. "You know, some of the kids will visit like this too. They like to say, 'I know what's going to happen but you wouldn't understand so I can't say.' They think it's funny they know something like that." My dad chuckled to think about the kids teasing and it made me giggle that he thought it was funny...and I did feel a little better. All too soon I had to say goodbye. I walked back into the store where I got some concerned looks because my face was so puffy and tears were still rolling down my cheeks. In the dark now, though, my husband still sleeps so he doesn't know the tears are still here, all too real. I just want to hold onto my dad just a little bit longer before I start my day.
I love you, Dad. Thanks for the visit.
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