Well it has been one year and 4 months since Dad passed and in that time I've never dreamed of him. On Sunday night I did. I recall seeing him come toward me and he gave me a big hug. It was lovely - he looked, felt and smelled like my Dad. In good health. And then he took my hands and was holding both of them and looking into my face and smiling at me.
His eyes were that beautiful deep "Alman Blue". We didn't really speak, I think I was trying to speak to him but couldn't and I don't remember him answering.
I woke up feeling nice about it.
But now I'm wondering why he came to me?
