Just
woke from a dream about Dad. He was here with us and so happy, and
carefree, open, joyous. He said many things. We were sitting in a
living room, I was listening. He talked lovingly of his little girl.
Can't remember details of that, except that she fit into a
blueberry... At first it was like he was still alive, but was a
little confused, and I didn't know who he thought he was talking to.
He said that tomorrow his little girl was getting married and she
would be gone from their house for good. I suggested he not give her
away and that wouldn't happen, he said they had thought about that.
I remember getting up to get Mom, thinking he was having a stroke or
something,... then it's fuzzy. But then it was clear this was after
death.
Meanwhile,
Jake had a dug and underground city in Dad's back yard and Dad was
looking around in it. Fanni and Max were there too. In the back
yard.
We
were all in the car at one point, I think I was driving. No idea
where we were going, but saw police with lights on and heard what
sounded like gunshots, so kept going past that. Mom and Kelly saw
him and interacted with him too, at first. But then not so much,
like maybe they didn't see him anymore. While Mom and Kelly were
talking about sending a card or gift to someone, Dad was looking
around like he was just enjoying the view. It seemed like it was
Mom's new place, a mobile home. I asked him if he was a ghost. He
hesitated a moment and said, “I suppose I am.”
Pretty
sure I asked him about Jack and Tim, but I don't remember his answer.
He
wrapped me in his arms and squeezed me tighter than last time, and
told me, “We're going to our reward.” This was the strongest
part, and I knew I would not forget it by morning.
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