Rendezvousing with Dad

One night, not so long ago, I had a dream that seemed a little odd, but actually turned out to be pretty cool. Right before I woke up, I realized, in the dream, that someone was using my grandma’s telephone number as their account number. I woke up with the number racing through my head. This might not seem very odd, but Gram croaked over 20 years ago. I actually had to do a search to see if the area code and first three numbers were located where she used to live. Yep. Most definitely Gram’s number. How cool for that to pop up in the forefront of my thoughts. I spent quite a bit of time that day thinking of Gram and talking to her. It felt really good to reconnect. She popped into my dream just to say Hi! 😀

Of course, thinking of Gram got me thinking of my dad, who croaked before she did, when I was a sophomore in college. While I was out for a walk, later in the week, I kept thinking about him and all the things he did that would make me smile. I could have focused on the stuff that would have made me feel bad (there was plenty of that to be had), but I kept thinking of all the stuff that made me smile and laugh.

I remembered how he used to call home from work and ask for Maid Marion. He was, without a doubt, my Robin Hood.

I thought about the time he called the dorm hall phone, right after I started college. When I picked up, he said “ET phone home” 🙂

I smiled when I thought about how I surprised him on his birthday. One of my college friends drove me home and I left a card on the TV and hid until he saw it. He was SOOO excited!

I thought about how he did a jig down to the smoking room at the hospital, right before he died.

The thoughts kept rolling in and I felt so connected to him. Right before I got home, I told him that I wanted more connection with him. I was open to it and would love to play with him some more.

It was dinner time when I got home. I was handing out napkins to everyone, going around the table. As I was about to hand out the last one to my daughter, my youngest (age 10) piped up, “What about Bob?” as he pointed to an empty chair across the table from him.

Holy Moly, I just about keeled over. My dad’s name was Bob. Jonathan isn’t one to have imaginary friends so… ummm… I guess dad guided him to say that! 😀 I am so looking forward to playing some more with him! 😀