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.
Grey dawn beneath the window blind, white flashes of lightening. Rain.
It's been so long since I've seen you.
—Kyran, 1:00 PM
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I miss him too....
When I dream of my dad it's always such a bittersweet feeling upon waking. It feels so good to see him again though.
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.
when you can remember the dream, it's called a visit.
can't you feel his pride kyran? xxx
My father passed away 14 years ago and I still miss him.
You never completely get over it.
Bittersweet. You're gifted at saying so much with few words.
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.
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.
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