Love. Saints. Souls.
I had a dream last night about my Dad (deceased 8 years). Perhaps it is particularly appropriate on the night between All Saints Day and All Souls Day...
I was looking for Miriam and couldn't find her; I don't remember any emotion in the dream being attached to her missing status. Anyway, I walked around a corner of a building and there was my Dad carrying MIriam around in the ergo. She was facing the wrong way but looked happy as a bean.
It was as if she knew him and they were totally comfortable with one another. Then he fed her a bit of apple. I freaked out a bit that she was going to choke but he was totally child about it. He just told me to trust him. So I did and they were fine.
It was powerful to see my Dad and to see Miriam together. I was thinking yesterday how much Miriam feels like my Dad. I don't quite know what that means except her disposition just seems connected to his somehow. I am also preaching this Sunday and thinking a lot about grief and loss for my homily.
BTW, I just realized that I have no pictures of my Dad on our computer. Got one? Would you email it to me?
It was as if she knew him and they were totally comfortable with one another. Then he fed her a bit of apple. I freaked out a bit that she was going to choke but he was totally child about it. He just told me to trust him. So I did and they were fine.
It was powerful to see my Dad and to see Miriam together. I was thinking yesterday how much Miriam feels like my Dad. I don't quite know what that means except her disposition just seems connected to his somehow. I am also preaching this Sunday and thinking a lot about grief and loss for my homily.
BTW, I just realized that I have no pictures of my Dad on our computer. Got one? Would you email it to me?
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