Also, I had a dream dad was talking casually to me about gardening at night on a bench next to Shepherd Rams den. He was younger looking-healthy. Big black curly hair and skiing was tanned and had his old tennis legs.
Last nights dream I visited him right down the street. He was in his hospice bed. And I thought to myself, he lives right own the street why didn't I visit him more often? My teachers Rhonda Smith and Mike Mendez were there which was strange. I went up to hug him and it was like the first time i hugged him in a very long time. I told him I need to visit you more often.
I miss him greatly.
