In Dreams

Last night I dreamed about my father. In the beginning of the dream I simply found myself sitting across from him. It felt so good to see his face, his funny, bushy eyebrows, his kind smile. I felt warm and peaceful.

Dad, I said, would you want to have breakfast together?

Sure, Monkey, he replied. And I wondered why it had been so long since we’d had breakfast together.

It rained early this morning and there are thunderstorms expected later today but by the time I was up and out and walking through my neighborhood at a quarter to nine, it had become the most beautiful morning. The sky had cracked into a wide open blue and all the tree branches were still wet from the black, their gold leaves rustling in the cool wind.

3 comments

3 Comments

  • Stacy
    Posted October 18, 2007 at 1:54 pm | Permalink

    I think this dream came because if your parents were here, they would totally support you – and if there is a place like heaven, they’re watching you with beaming smiles.
    All of the hard times are worth it.

  • rick
    Posted October 21, 2007 at 1:23 am | Permalink

    well,well.I never would have thought this 47yr old, single father of 2 teen boys, could be so emotionally unravelled, by someone so young, so far away and so alienated from my world!!And all this computer novice wanted was to find out what the word “blog” meant.Thank you Claire for an incredibly emotional journey,your bravery and candor have left me in awe! I’m still floating alone,’homeless’,feeling like a fraud but something has changed.And my motherless,grand-parentless 2 sons could do with a dad like yours.I’ll try to be that man.Now i’m off to Life in Chicago!
    Rick,Australia

  • Posted October 21, 2007 at 11:33 am | Permalink

    Oh Stacy, thank you.
    And Rick, thanks for one of the nicest comments I’ve gotten in a while. Wow, I’m really touched that my writing had such an effect on you. It sounds like you’re raising your two boys with a lot of bravery and candor yourself.

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