Dreaming with a broken heart, Part II

I miss my daddy. I miss him terribly. I’ve been dreaming of him a lot lately. What is so absolutely frustrating is I can’t remember the dreams when I wake up. I’ve tried so hard to remember. I know I dream about him, that much I can remember, but in what context, what did he say/do? I have no idea and it makes me sad.

I think I know why I’m dreaming about him more. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but it seems like now, whenever I lose someone in my life, not necessarily by death, but even the loss of a friendship, will cause the loss of my dad to surface so much more. I’ve lost a few people in my life recently. I think that is part of it.

Anyway, I vividly remember the first dream I had about daddy after he died. It took a while for me to dream about him but when I did, it was so special. In the dream, we - (me, Kev and Mel) were at mom and dad’s house, but it wasn’t either house that I knew. We were visiting in the middle of summer and I was trying to get ready to go somewhere. My dad always had this thing about not running the air. He would wait until it was a good 98 degrees outside before finally turning it on for the first time in the summer. I think it all goes back to how he grew up, but LORD! For someone (me), who likes it a comfy 72/73 most of the time, it was always brutal. ANYWAY… in my dream I am trying to dry my hair and put on make-up and ladies… you all know how hard it is to do that when you are sweating like a pig… Well I’m getting madder and madder and madder and finally daddy and I are at the thermostat fighting over where the air should be! I'm finally like, “Dad! I’ll pay your electric bill this month, just please let me run the air!” He grumbles and finally goes and sits down. It was a funny dream.

I wish I could remember the ones I’ve been having recently, which is part of the reason for this post. So my next post, which will still take me a few days to write, will be in honor of my father. I’m hoping that by writing some of my memories, maybe I will remember some more.

Dreaming with a broken heart

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