Can Dreams Heal? Last night I had a dream. I sat at a table with my father, sister, brother and my cousin Mary Beth. We all seemed a few years younger than today’s mirror would indicate, especially Dad. He seemed to be the early fifties version of Bob Karwacki. Light was dim but I sensed we were in Betterton, Evergreen Knoll, Cottage #12, sitting at the round dining room table, a lone candle burned in the center of the table throwing off long shadows like a dying star. A heavy weight of melancholy hung over the room. I felt the need to cry. My father appeared confused. He looked from face to face, trying to recognize who we were and why we were gathered. My sister sat to his left. She extended her arms and took his hands into hers. He blinked and pressed his lips together. He was afraid to speak. “It’s alright, Dad,” she said. “I don’t know where I am,” he said. “It’s alright,” she said again. “You look like Marianita,” he said. “I am Ann. I am your oldest child.” That seemed more than he could bear as he broke into sobs, deep gut-wrenching moans. Everyone at the table joined him. We all repeated the phrase, “It’s alright.” Dad seemed to dry up a little. He blinked at my brother as if asking the question. “I’m your son, Danny, Pop.” My brother cried even harder than before. My father joined him. “I’m sorry,” my father said. “It’s alright, Dad,” my brother said. We all repeated the words again. “You look like my sister, Joey,” he said to Mary Beth. Her face imploded and we all cried together one more time as she explained that Mary Jo was her mother. Once again we used the two key words of this dream. At this point we were all holding hands. My father turned his sad eyes to me. His lower lip quivering he asked the question that ruined me. “Grandpa?” Like a toddler who doesn’t understand why but knows he’s made a mistake my father shook and bounced up and down in his chair. It was my turn to say the words and once again they became a chorus that each of us at the table sang. “It’s alright, it’s alright, and it’s alright.” I woke up and cried. It’s alright.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 19:46:24 +0000
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