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October 02, 2006
He reached under the bed and pulled me out.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"No." I replied.
"What's wrong?" he said, putting his arm around me.
"I miss you dad," I said.
"I miss you too," he said.
"I wish you were still alive," I sighed.
"Yeah, me too," he said, softly.
But, I'll always be in your heart," he said.
"I know," I replied. "But I still miss you."
"I feel the same," he said.
"Is this a dream?" I asked.
"Unfortunately it is," he smiled.
"Why am I a little boy when I dream about you?" I asked. "Not the age I am now?"
"Because you're my little boy," he said, holding me tightly. " And you always will be."
Posted by trevor at October 2, 2006 05:52 PM
Comments
I am in awe.
That was incredibly sweet, sad, hopeful and beautiful: a corner of your soul.
Your post reached my heart in a second. The most inspiring things in our lives have that effect.
Your dad must be so proud of you, your art, and your bright soul.
No title. It doesn´t need it, it´s pure love.
Posted by: Gilda at October 2, 2006 07:57 PM
What a tenderly written story of love. Sweet and reminded me of my Dad and being his little girl. Of course, there were FOUR little girls, but he let all of us feel that we were special. You have such a beautiful way of expressing feelings and moments of remembrance. Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: ardi at October 3, 2006 07:54 AM
bless your beautiful soul trev.
truly and ruly.
Posted by: Leonie at October 3, 2006 06:39 PM
I love this (I have similar dreams of my Grandmother) it touches the heart in such a sad and hopeful way.
Posted by: Liz Ness at October 4, 2006 04:39 PM
Your last line is how I feel about my son. He is now ten, and no matter how old or big he gets, a part of me will always think of him as "My little man." I feel for you Trev, as my father passed away much too soon on September 11th, 2006. At his funeral, I told everyone that keeping a special memory of my Dad in their hearts means that he will always be us. Your Dad is always with you and I'm sure he is very proud.
Posted by: Brian at October 4, 2006 05:05 PM
My Dad and I called each other alot. Usually for trivial little things that would always morph into long drawn-out rambles on various and sundry......
Sometimes I reach for the phone and get as far as actually dialing.
It's been six years. I hope I never stop trying to call Dad.
Posted by: Sean at October 11, 2006 11:03 PM
Stumbled across your site by accident, punched in my name into google to see where it would take me.........my dad passed away sept,13 2004 and I have had many dreams like this from time to time, but all of them left me happy when I awoke. I was happy/sad after reading it and had to stop in and say hello.
Thanks.
Posted by: Trev at October 12, 2006 12:23 AM