I dreamt of my late father of 17 years, for the first time since the early days following his death.
Imagine . . .
Singing along to 'Sugar, Sugar' by The Archies, with your hands so mom can join in on your vibe. (I am a certified CODA, btw) Out of nowhere . . . This strange man points, oh so aggressively, directly behind you. You nearly feel whiplash when immediately you forget of all things existing around you. Your attention is gathered by the most powerful emotion you've had in almost 20 years. There he is, illuminating with life. It's as if he had never left and the one thing you've been yearning for is right before your eyes. Endless possibilities. You run toward him with open arms, statements, questions . . . "Where have you been?!" "How are you?" "Are you coming home?" He quickly walks away toward a distant uncle . . . His brother in law. "Dad!" "Where are you going?!!!" He walks back toward your direction then is quickly yanked from behind. He vanishes.
Did you imagine?
Seeing a loved one after so long only to lose him or her again is the worst feeling to wake up with. I woke immediately after he vanished and cried for a good 10 minutes.
Later that morning, I spent 30 minutes analyzing. I came to the conclusion that he wanted to let me know that he is okay and that he only wants what's best for me.
"Sugar, Sugar" it's safe to say he adored me with everything he was.
