Sweet Dreams

14 June 2011

Dear Dad,

I keep dreaming about you.

I was initially upset (yup - I know it sounds dumb) that the last dream I had about you was the one interrupted by Mike to tell me you'd died, but no, you're back in my dreams with a vengeance, and it's really comforting.

They've been weird and varied, and one was out and out frustrating, but I always wake up feeling pleased that you'd found a way to 'visit' me in my dreams. And in my dreams there's always a part of me that says 'Dad's dead, this is you last chance to see him, make the most of it!' so I do.

And with the way dreams are (nonsensical and random) I've actually enjoyed having one more opportunity to give you a cuddle and tell you I love you, things that would have been awkward or too heartbreaking if they'd happened in real life.

The best bit? Dream you is always you,  not sick you, not thin you, not out of puff you, the you I knew and loved and enjoyed hanging out with for so many good years.

So while I'm not sure if these are just random electrical signals from my sleeping sub conscious, of if they're real other worldly visitation of the ghostly kind, but I'll take them.

Thank you.

I love you Dad

xoxox