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Friday, November 14, 2008


I woke this morning with sadness then, I was gladdened because it was only a dream. The dreamt that I called Anne and asked her what her plans were for the weekend (I wanted to visit Springville). Anne said she was going to Dad's funeral, as she told me about his death, I could feel the echo in my mind, the confusion and rejection... I just kept saying No.. No. No. How could it be? The dream moved forward, the family gathered in a room, I remember searching for anyone that was there when Dad died. Someone said that Aunt Chris was there.. helping to calm him. I searched for her, but then the family began to talk quietly together, someone mentioned singing his favorite song. (In real life, I don't know what that song is...) but we sang one that sounded sad but the sadness didn't match the words at all. It was about a puppy dog that wouldn't use a newspaper for the same things as a human would. It had many verses, such as peeing on the paper or rolling it around for a home. It was supposed to be funny, but when we sang it together, all of the siblings and extended family, my memories of dad flooded into my mind. I realized I would never be able to see my dad again here on earth. I pictured myself cupping my hands over his warm whiskery cheeks and looking at his soft brown eyes, then I began to miss him oh so much. I began to feel the pain that comes when someone close to you passes away. The tears were hot on my cheeks as I wandered around the room looking for a memento of the day that my dad passed. I just had to remember the date... Then I woke up. I know it's just a dream but it makes me want to call my mom and dad and ask them how they are doing. I makes me want to tell them that I love them one last time. Just once a day, or week, or month one last time.. I LOVE YOU. I guess we never know when those we love won't be there anymore. I think about all the bad feelings that flow between loved ones, then I want to try harder to apologize and soak up the good times, because before we know it, we've taken for granted having them there whenever we need them.

6 comments:

TooSure said...

you seriously made me cry. I love dad soooo much and cannot imagine him gone. It is so hard for me to visit because I do not like to see some other members of the family but i want so badly to spend time with him. For his birthday, we gave him a homemade coupon for a free game of bowling but with the conditions that he had to be with us so we could spend time together. I hope dad is right when he keeps saying that he will live past 100 yrs old. Hopefully I will die before him and do not have to feel the sadness that will come. he has come such a long way in these last few years to become everything and a tender hearted and loving father. I cannot remember the last time he raised his voice to us/me. He is such a great example of love and caring for his family by working hard to support them. Okay... I will stop... I am bawling my eyes out. I am glad that it was only a dream too!

Hot MMMama said...

Wahhh, that is a way sad dream! I am sorry you had to dream it, but glad that it has reminded us all of how very much we love him! I love the visual of his whiskery cheeks and warm brown eyes... a few things I just love about him! .... you are so lucky you live close enough to see him so often!

Anonymous said...

I LOVE DAD SO MUCH!! Im glad you posted this too, just thinking about him always warms my heart. What a special man he is. I figure he has to be pretty amazing if he could have been as hard as he was..abusive as he was..and yet it seems like a different person and another lifetime. Im so in love with that man and the idea of him dying is not something I care to dwell on. I have thought a lot more about it this year than I ever have before..just makes me want to be better to him now. I always think about him when I hear two songs.."The Leader of the Band" and "The Living Years"
Thanks for sharing this :)
I dreamed about Ben last night, Dad and Granny brought him to our house on Christmas day as a surprise but he was really not there emotionally and wanted to go back to the prison where he felt more comfortable. I spent the whole time trying to convince him that he really WOULD like staying after all but Ryan woke me up and I couldn't finish the dream. I hate that. I miss Ben.

cjmom said...

Did you know it was your Mom's bday Nov 16? I wonder if that is what started the dream thoughts. She would have been 57 today.

cjmom said...

Hi, I need your address, and Anne's too so I can send wedding announcements, can you help?

Faminy o Chaos said...

wow..touching. even with all the crap dad has put the family through it is interesting that all of his children have this sort of love for him. I think its because we all know that even with his weaknneses he tried the best he knew how.
I dont know his favorite song either..(though im sure its not about a puppy..:)... I do know when I worked with him he was always singing that song..."eewwwe...eeee...ewwwe...dumbdddidd ohh lay...the lion sleeps tonight"...over and over.