More on my Father
Since my Dad passed away on October 20th, 2007, I've had two quite vivid dreams with him in them. In the first one, I was walking along a country road and a car pulled up on my left. The passenger door opened, and when I looked in I saw my Father circa 1959, head of black hair and stocky of build, in the driver's seat. He put out his hand and said, "let me help you in", then pulled me by my arm in, gently and firmly. I noticed how strong his grip was and went in to the back seat of the car, and then we drove off. That's the dream. When I awoke, I felt like my Father was giving me support, the type of which I never felt in what we call "real life".
In the second dream, he is in his coffin buired in the ground. He stirs, looks at his watch, and say to himself, "Hey! I'm not dead yet." He then gets on a cell phone and calls his doctor, telling the latter that he made a mistake, and to come and get him out of this coffin. The doctor does that, and the last thing I saw is my Father standing on the sidewalk of a busy street, dusting himself off, chatting amiably to passers by. That's that dream. When I awoke, I had to first question whether he was really gone. When I realized that he was, in fact, dead, I then marvelled at these new qualities that I had never seen in my Father that I was now seeing in my dreams. He never chatted amiably with me, after all.
So, I guess there was more to Dad than I saw and experienced. I've seen it in the old photographs of him, before I was born. He looks happy and relaxed. Why he didn't show me that side of him, I'll never know. But, I guess it's a good thing to realize that he had those qualilties, as I have them now.
I've surpassed my Dad on many levels, but feel more connected to him now than I did while he was alive. Can you beat that?
In the second dream, he is in his coffin buired in the ground. He stirs, looks at his watch, and say to himself, "Hey! I'm not dead yet." He then gets on a cell phone and calls his doctor, telling the latter that he made a mistake, and to come and get him out of this coffin. The doctor does that, and the last thing I saw is my Father standing on the sidewalk of a busy street, dusting himself off, chatting amiably to passers by. That's that dream. When I awoke, I had to first question whether he was really gone. When I realized that he was, in fact, dead, I then marvelled at these new qualities that I had never seen in my Father that I was now seeing in my dreams. He never chatted amiably with me, after all.
So, I guess there was more to Dad than I saw and experienced. I've seen it in the old photographs of him, before I was born. He looks happy and relaxed. Why he didn't show me that side of him, I'll never know. But, I guess it's a good thing to realize that he had those qualilties, as I have them now.
I've surpassed my Dad on many levels, but feel more connected to him now than I did while he was alive. Can you beat that?
posted by Rich Sigberman at
5:28 PM
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