Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Last night, I dreamed about my dad who passed away in 2009. It wasn't one of those dreams where it feels like a visitation. It was just a crazy dream. However, my mouse did stop working when I began to type this post, so who knows?
I was in the kitchen of a house I had never been in before when Tim Romero (an old classmate who wasn't even a very close friend of mine, so I don't know why he was in the dream) came in and said, "Hey, Laurie. Your dad is in the living room."
I said, "That's weird! I didn't think I'd be able to talk to him again so soon!"
Dad came into the kitchen and he had a small black mustache. I asked, "Dad, what are you doing here?"
"I got tired of working all those double shifts," he said. "So, I'm living in Lafayette and have another family."
"Hmmmm," I said. "Does mom know?"
"Sure, she knows. She was in on it," dad said.
So, I guess heaven looks a lot like Lafayette? With another family? Good luck with that, dad, because I'm sure they won't be nearly as fun as we were. Tell them your first oldest daughter says, "Hey."