I wanted to tell you about the dream I had about Dad last night.
We were at the funeral home. I had gone to an upstairs closet or bathroom that lead to another room that went higher and then to a sun filled place. Kim was there with me and Dad walked in, he was so young and he looked so wonderful, probably around 35 or 40ish. The funeral director came to the door. Dad stood there for a minute and smiled and then went into the room and walked toward the other room that went a little higher and then into the sunlight he went. I turned to Kim and said, “Didn’t he look so great and young?” Kim said, “No, Deb I could only see him as an older man.” I turned to the funeral director and he nodded. I went down stairs to where the coffin was and Mom was standing alone in front of it. And at the last minute all of Mom’s siblings came in walking in a straight line, arm in arm, all dressed in black and surrounded her in a circle. (kind of a representation of her family gathering around her).