Dad's Still There When I Need Him...

Last night I had a dream about my Father...

I have them from time to time.

They're usually a little distressing...

Of him in bed sick or in the hospital before he died.

 

This one was a little different...

It was ME who was in hospital.

I'd been there over night and they told me I could go home now...

They told me there was someone in the waiting room for me...

Who had been there all night too...

I opened the door and there sitting amongst a group of other waiting people...

Was my Father!

 

He stood up and walked over to me...

And gave me the biggest hug!

He stood so tall and strong and it was so damn vivid...

The clothes he wore, the hat he wore and the expression on his face.

Just as I remembered him all those years ago when he was well.

Then I woke up!

It made me cry!

But not really tears of sadness...

More an emotional response to what had just happened.

 

It wasn't like most of the dreams I have had over the past 20 years since he died...

He looked so strong and healthy this time...

It was like he was there this time to look after me!

It was like he knew I'd been going through sad times.

 

When I woke up this morning I had to right it down.

It's comforting to know that the ones we lose...

We never really lose...

They're always with us when we need them! %-)

Done