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I had the briefest of dreams about my father last week.
I have been waiting, and hoping, to dream about my dad for nearly three months now—waiting and hoping to see him again and to hear his voice.
I had imagined what it would feel like to wake up from that dream, and I thought it would be like getting a big hug—fleeting but very real and very comforting.
When it finally happened, it was over so quickly that I could barely remember it. No more than a flash, really.
He said something about being out of the hospital, and I could see that he was standing up, fully dressed—in regular clothes, not hospital garb.
That was it.
At least that's all I remember.
I hope he will come back again soon.
I miss him.
And I could use the hug.
I have been waiting, and hoping, to dream about my dad for nearly three months now—waiting and hoping to see him again and to hear his voice.
I had imagined what it would feel like to wake up from that dream, and I thought it would be like getting a big hug—fleeting but very real and very comforting.
When it finally happened, it was over so quickly that I could barely remember it. No more than a flash, really.
He said something about being out of the hospital, and I could see that he was standing up, fully dressed—in regular clothes, not hospital garb.
That was it.
At least that's all I remember.
I hope he will come back again soon.
I miss him.
And I could use the hug.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 5:58 PM
1 Comments:
The dreams will come. I think it took a while for me but then it started happening regularly. And in my dreams, my dad was back to his normal, healthy self. I had been terrified that I would never remember what he was like before he became ill, but thankfully the dreams have restored my memory of him in the way that I want to remember him. It's an amazing thing, and it IS really comforting. You'll get there!
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