19 Mar 2025
Dream
In reality, my childhood sweetheart, the father of my oldest daughter committed suicide 35 years ago. In my dream, there was conversation about him, and I was at a place with people. I cannot really identify, but they were somewhat familiar and there were newspaper clippings, and other photographs And then I walked into a room and I saw him and he didnβt really acknowledge me so I walked past him as if to mingle with others, but I really didnβt mingle and as if I were getting near the end of a line to wait my turn, but there was not really a line in fact at one point, I realize that I really didnβt belong there that he was so far ago in my life that I needed to let go, so I looked at him from a distance. He could feel myself becoming emotionally engaged in great feelings of loss, and when they became more pronounced as I was walking closer in his direction to leave, then I saw the young man that I knew at age 36 when he died, had become a much older man as if he aged in heaven, and he almost looked like God and I realized I donβt have to cry. Itβs behind me.