24
Mar
In my dreams

Thanksgiving 1987. Daddy, Rachel, and Becky.
Dear Daddy,
I freaked out the other day, because I’d been dreaming and you weren’t there. I woke up crying, it was heart breaking to realize somewhere inside, I truly understand your gone. Mom has re-married, and I guess my subconscious has finally caught on. Or so I thought.
You came out in full force last night though. And you were oh so alive, and typical. It was comforting, you were doing what you do so well… and I woke up this morning refreshed, and crying… this time for a good reason. Thanks for stopping by, I’ve really missed you.
Love,
Rachie
