....and my allergies are killing me!
My dad and I hadn't seen each other or even spoken much for at least 8 or 9 years when I found out through an aunt that he was really sick. I was able to see him before he passed, but not long enough to say all that needed saying.
Later, he appeared in a series of dreams, 3 in a month tapering off to once in a blue moon, that left me with an understanding that nothing really needed said... a dad already knows.
Last edited by Hamilton Burger; 10-13-2012 at 20:34..