I LOVE THIS
SOME years ago I went to visit my dad and was taken to a large garden where I spotted him chatting happily in the crowd. He came straight to me and gave me a great hug. ‘How’s your mother?’ was the first thing he asked. ‘She’s doing OK,’ I replied. ‘You know I’m not coming home, don’t you?’ he said. ‘Yes, but now I know where you are, I will be able to come visit you,’ I replied. ‘No,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘We don’t have visitors here, you were lucky to get in this time.’ And with that I woke from my dream, which left me not with tears of sadness but a strange sense of calm and peace and I was happy for him. You see, my dad had passed away two months earlier.