For the past two nights I’ve had dreams about my dad. It’s crazy because it’s been about a year since the last time I dreamt about him. The first night I dreamt that he had came back. When I saw him he yelled, “Kare Bear!”I ran up and gave him a hug and started crying. He kept telling me that he was sorry and that he loves me. I could hear his voice, a sound I haven’t heard since January 22, 2013. I was so afraid that I would start forgetting what he sounded like.
The second night, last night, I had a dream that I was walking and out of no where he popped up. He started telling me that I was hurt and that I needed help. He was making me walk around with him while he got me help to take the pain away. What was funny though was I kept telling him that I was fine and I didn’t need help. I didn’t realize my real life connections until I was telling my mom about the dreams this morning. I’ve been going through some tough things recently and I’m still hurting very badly. I miss my dad dearly to the point that my whole body aches. It’s funny how our mind plays out our emotions right in front of us as we dream.
I miss you dad, and quite much at that. Here is a picture of us from when I was little. Remember how you and I would run through the puddles whenever it rained? Great times, great times. I love you, dad.
– Your Kare-Bear
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