I dreamt about my dad last night.  He came to me and asked me to write down a letter to my sister and me.  I was upset because I was out walking with the turkey so I had nothing to write with.  I tried grabbing the diaper pad and ointment tube but, obviously,that didn’t work very well.  Just like a phone call with him, daddy was talking talking talking and I couldn’t keep up even if I had a way of capturing it all.  I tried so hard to pay attention; I wanted so badly to remember every word.  When I woke up, all I had was a few little snippets and a sense of calm – no tears for a change.    I remember him saying that he was good and he felt wonderful.  I know he elaborated on that but, for the life of me, I just can’t catch it.  The clearest thing I remember was him asking me to tell my sister how proud he was of us and our kids.  He said we all made his life worth living.  Mostly, I remember the feeling of his love and of my love for him. 

It was so good to talk to you again, daddy. Until next time…