| Family picture, 1991. |
A few weeks ago, I had a dream. In this dream, my father was alive, but ill. During the course of the dream, he was healed and I remember how I felt so happy. In the back of my mind, I knew something was not right with the dream and I woke up. After shaking the cobwebs from my head, I realized it was just a dream and I was, as you can probably guess, disappointed. In 2013, my father had been ill, but was obviously not healed.
I remember having the usual range of emotion after I woke up: sadness, despair, longing, disappointment and even a little bargaining (I tend to go through the five stages of grief occasionally). I then started pondering about that dream. My father has been healed. Perhaps the dream was a reminder that he left his sick and fragile body behind and is out of pain. This thought made me happy. Although I miss his as much as ever, how I am glad he is no longer suffering!
There is a classic Christmas song I have already heard a hundred times so far this December: "I'll Be Home For Christmas". Here is the first verse and chorus:
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
While listening to the chorus shortly after that dream, the words had new meaning. Instead of "I'll be home for Christmas", I thought "You'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams."
I would love to have him here with the family during Christmas. I would love to talk about his Christmas memories. I would love for him to hold Evelyn, a girl who came over a year after he passed. I would love to go caroling with him in a quartet and make more memories. Reality is a sad place to be sometimes. But occasionally, I find little things that help cope with my longing to see my dad. This song was one beautiful moment I hope to remember.
As a final note, I was touched by what the actor J.K. Simmons said after winning the best supporting actor at the 2015 Oscars. I normally don't take much advice from the entertainment world, but his was spot on. Here is a transcript of his words:
"And if I may, call your mom, everybody. I’ve told this [to], like, a billion people, or so. Call your mom, call your dad. If you’re lucky enough to have a parent or two alive on this planet, call ‘em. Don’t text. Don’t email. Call them on the phone. Tell ‘em you love ‘em, and thank them, and listen to them for as long as they want to talk to you."
You can watch his speech here.
If you still have a mom and/or a dad, I would recommend doing what Mr. Simmons said. Because you never know when it is the end. You never want to leave some things unsaid.
I hope anyone who reads this has a great Christmas. Be sure to spend it with those you love.


