11 February 2014
For the first few years, I never once had a dream about him,
although I wanted to very much. And then, over the years, he’d show up
every now and then, not really as a person, but more like a feeling, or a comforting
presence beside me that I somehow just knew was him. It wasn’t until recently
that my brain has been able to conjure him up fully; to allow me to see him,
hear his voice, interact with him in a dream. Usually, it happens around the 11th
of February, the day he died 7 years ago; today. So of course, this morning I didn’t
want it to end; this dream. I wanted to hang out with him just a little bit
longer, but he smiled his dad smile, gave me a quick hug and said the words
that I miss hearing so much, “I love you Sharleen,” and then I am awake.
Miss you dad, still.
