I had a dream about my dad this morning. The 26th anniversary of his death comes in ten days but it hasn’t been on my mind at all. After this many years it kind of slips past and I tend to remember it at the end of the day of the anniversary or even the day after.
I really think it was more of a visit than a dream, which I’ve had one other time before with my maternal grandmother. In both dreams there was no knowledge that the person had died, just that I missed them terribly, was elated to run into them, and asked them where the hell they had been all this time. In both cases I didn’t get an answer other than they indicated that they had to get away for some reason and I was overcome with the overwhelming relief that they looked and sounded so well.
Dad looked as healthy and handsome as he did when I was a little kid living in West Monroe. He was still barking orders at everyone in his most charismatic fashion and pulling his brand of scorpionic shenanigans that had me snickering. At one point he sent me off to find a place with some kind of auto part he needed but I got distracted by cameo scenes with David Bowie and Little Richard. In fact, I didn’t see Dad again after that point but woke up with such happiness and peace to have just experienced him again in some way.
My brother, Michael, who I found in Spring 2023 is flying in on the 23rd. We have talked in texts for 2-1/2 years but this will be the first time we’ve met. Since I learned of Michael, I have been angry with Dad for concealing that I had a brother 2-1/2 years younger than me. So maybe he was popping in to check in on that. Or maybe my brain is still trying to make it all make sense.
Either way it was clever of him to bring David Bowie and Little Richard to make sure I’d be on my best behavior. ❤️
2025 Christmas Decor Photos to Come 12/25/25
The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
