I had a dream this morning about my dad. It started out really strange as most dreams do...I was sitting at a picnic table with someone whom I don't remember. A man came out of an apartment building across the street and started to head towards us. The person I was sitting with said "You better get out of here." Before he was able to reach us my dad shows up with a gun and starts shooting at him. The man started shooting back at my dad, but not with a gun, with some sort of darts. Then all of a sudden the mean man was gone. I gave my dad a hug and he held me patting my hair. I told him that I missed him so much. I then woke up, crying.
This Sat. it will be six years that he has been gone. I am sure that is what triggered the dream. Of course our lives have gone on and they have been amazing, we have been blessed. But I can't help but wonder how it would be if he were still here. I am not sure that a person can ever get over the loss of a parent.
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I can't begin to imagine.
Sending giant sized and especially snuggly hugs your way friend . . .
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