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Wednesday, August 05, 2009

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The Thin Place

A little more than two months to deadline, and I am head down, neck deep in my memoir. Last night I dreamt I was ready to share some of it with my father, who died in eight years ago this month. Thunder woke me up before I could read anything to him.

Grey dawn beneath the window blind, white flashes of lightening. Rain.

It's been so long since I've seen you.

11 Comments:

Blogger bluebird of paradise said...

I miss him too....

2:04 PM  
Blogger Shelley said...

When I dream of my dad it's always such a bittersweet feeling upon waking. It feels so good to see him again though.

3:47 PM  
Blogger Stickhorsecowgirls said...

I my case, Dad was a mixed bag--but of unmixed love. After his passing I had a vivid, vivid dream of him (so symbolic in so many ways), and all was well. It gave me great peace. As for my co-blogger, V's, father (whom I knew all my life) since his passing I see him everywhere. Not literally, of course, but out of the corner of my eye thing. Weird. Father/daughter--one of those mystical relationships. C.

4:48 PM  
Blogger Karen Maezen Miller said...

when you can remember the dream, it's called a visit.

6:50 PM  
Blogger island sweet said...

can't you feel his pride kyran? xxx

6:50 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

My father passed away 14 years ago and I still miss him.

8:57 PM  
Blogger Janie Blagg said...

You never completely get over it.

9:17 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

Bittersweet. You're gifted at saying so much with few words.

11:58 AM  
Blogger Cassie said...

I call them visits too. A lot of times when I dream about my dad, I call my sister to tell her and she'd had a dream about him that night too. *cue spooky music*

3:56 PM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

Im sorry about your father's death.

Mine is 72 and in great health but I'm not sure if I fully cherish him enough. Of course it's hard that he and Mom are 'way up in Canada, but I know I'll be moving back, in a couple years hopefully. I know he will be dead someday and I miss him already.

12:37 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

Amazing how the time goes, isn't it, how it feels so long and yet so not.

Two months, amazing. Glad for your trip, glad you're happy to be home. xo.

7:29 PM  

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