Last night, in my dreams, I had dinner with my dad. We went to a buffet, of course, because... quantity. He seemed so happy and relished in telling the stories of his new life. He was expecting Mom to join, but she never did. I had this sinking feeling that the event would be short lived... And it was. I woke up as I have so many times in the last 20 months.... With him...and them... just out of reach. I know it must be silly, but in the craziness of life, I never forget to remember my parents. I hope theyre always looking down and inserting themselves into the hours and days and years of my life. Sometimes, I feel and even see them. Surely Im not the only 30 something holding onto ghosts.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 23:34:59 +0000
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