in my dreams

my dad came into one of my dreams last night. i don’t remember the exact circumstances, but i very much remember him being there. as soon as i saw him, i ran over and hugged him. it was a real hug – i could really feel him. and i said, “i have missed you so much!”

i do miss him so much. i just can’t get used to it…this new life of missing him.

and how is it that photos both soothe and worsen the ache at the same time?

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