The last twelve months seems to have had a theme: parents of my friends dying. Yeah, I bet you were thinking I was going to say something funny there, but I didn't. Life gets more real when you get to that age when the inevitable seems really, really inevitable. Last Fall, my dad almost died. In fact, he tried to do it a few times over several weeks. Friends' parents died from expected reasons to complete freak accidents; some suffered through illnesses, others happened quickly.
I think it has caught up with me. Last night, all I could dream about was my dad dying. He had a birthday recently, the same weekend of one of the most recent deaths. We went out for lunch and as we were leaving, he thanked me for coming home a day early from my vacation to spend the day with him for his birthday. I told him, "Yeah, well, thanks for having another birthday." That's about as sentimental as it gets around our house.
Back to my dreams last night. I'd wake up and tell myself I was dreaming and then fall back asleep and have a continuation of that same dream. I even got up for awhile and did some laundry to try to shake the dream off, but I still just kept revisiting the situation in my mind... the funeral, dealing with family, the house, etc. Today, a lazy Sunday, I keep nodding off on the couch due to lack of sleep, but the dreams are sticking with me.
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