Jason let me sleep in this morning, and it's a good thing he did or I would have missed seeing Dad. I was having a strange dream that ended up at dad's house (there was a boat, and a line of his cars strung together, and other very weird stuff) and I think all of us kids were there. In the dream I was totally ticked about what was going on, and I was feeling a bit helpless. That's when Dad walked up. I was so surprised to see him, and he and I both knew that he was dead, but it didn't seem to matter, and he and asked what was going on. I told him, and assuming he'd be ticked, he just looked at me, said, "huh". As in, "that's interesting, but it doesn't upset me." I stopped, looked at him, told him that I really, really missed him, and he said he knew. I then grabbed him and gave him a really big hug, telling him I missed him and that I loved him. He said, "I lived a good life, and you did too." I was confused at the past tense, but also kinda relieved that he seemed to know that everything would be o.k.
It was at this point in the dream that it was way too real, and my stupid head took over, told me I must be dreaming, and I woke up. I was a bit shocked but very happy that I got to give him a big hug, and super sad. I haven't been able to shake it all morning.
I think that with everything that has gone in this year, and with Thanksgiving being a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, maybe he felt like I needed a short visit. I did. I feel like I actually got to give my Dad a hug this morning. I mean, I actually felt the scratchy whiskers on his cheek rub my cheek. I haven't given anyone a hug yet today cause I don't want to lose that feeling that he was the last person I hugged.
Oh, and he looked just like the picture the to the right, but with no mustache and he was wearing almost the same thing. A white shirt under a denim shirt.
This was my first "visit" from Dad. It was a good one.
