My Dad

I had a dream this morning about my dad. I miss him dearly. It has been almost 10 years since he left this world. Or has it? He has been with me in my dreams from time to time, guiding me when needed or giving me words of comfort. This morning the dream seemed like we were at my Grandma's old house and he was kneeling on one knee and his wife Emily was behind him. Neither of them said anything. But their unspoken works gave me such comfort. I went to him and lifted him up with my hand on his heart and we walk out of the room. Then the phone rang and woke me up. I loved him with all my heart. He was first to teach me how to knit and crochet, make a kite out of mom's sheets. He even taught me to fish with bambo sticks. We even recycled old things into new things. He saw I had an interest in Photography and built it up for me. We weren't always close, but that changed when we stopped letting others get in our way. I know he loved me and that is all that matters.

Dad, I have my STAR (Carousel) now. I will think of you always.