Last night my Papa met me in my dream. We were in his house and we met in the hallway. The moment I looked up at him my mind told me this was a dream and I told him to please wait, that I wanted a hug before he disappeared. I hugged him so tight. He hugged me back. And then the dream faded away as quickly as it happened.
I don't think I've had a dream about him since he died years ago. If I have it's only been one, maybe two. Until last night I didn't realize how much I miss him. Of course I think about him from time to time. But tonight as I write this? Tonight I cry tears for him.
