Friday, July 12, 2013
Yesterday I made the mistake of taking a nap and falling into a deep sleep with detailed dreams. In one dream my mom came through a door followed by my dad. It is funny how some part of my brain knew it was a dream, because Dad has passed. But the dream was so real and I was so glad to see him that I walked over to him and put my forehead on his chest and cried. I woke myself up crying. I think having been in Red River last week piqued my memories. I can't go to RR without thinking of Dad. Last week when I told Mom that I was going to RR, she asked if I was going to stay in Taos with my brother at his new house. I told her no. She asked if I thought I might fight with him. Gee, Mom, I think at 55 years old I'm passed that now. So I told her that I was not going to stay with Craig because his house was in Taos and I was going to RR. I might go visit him in Taos, but RR was where I was going to be. It is where my friends are. She replied, "You are more like your daddy than you know.' Why yes, I am. And yes, I know how much like my daddy I am. Thank you very much.