Daddy

I have had so many dreams about Dad these last few days since he died.  They aren't the deeply connected, "true" connection to him, though... These are always a glossy TV version, where he is somehow just beyond the reach of my fingertips.

Last night I dreamt he was walking beside me, and we were talking about mundane things, and then I realized... Wait... he died...  And I was too afraid to try to reach out and hug him - I knew he would disappear.  I did look at him and tell him (again) how very much I loved him, but in the dream it was as if I were alone.  My love never reached him... he never reached back across my dream to me in the way that others I have lost have.

I miss him so much.

Two dreams

In the first dream I'd somehow accidentally forwarded my company's after hours support number to my personal cell. I answered it when it rang. It was a customer in Israel. I kept him waiting for 1/2 hour while I rooted around looking for the after hours number to get him to someone who could help him.

In the 2nd (brief) dream, Kate Midfleton had somehow dropped her (plain gold band) wedding ring over the edge of a yacht in clear turquoise waters. Six divers went down and retrieved it.