My Fathers Face April 12, 2003
This morning just after waking, behind closed eyes was the image of another face, so beautiful, peaceful and loving (in B&W once again). I loved him the moment I saw him. He had darker skin like someone with a really good tan. His eyes were dark as well and I was struck by their complete peace. His nose was fine boned, and his overall look reminded me of my son Lucas.
I was looking at a photograph of my father, I knew I was, and I realized that I definitely want to meet this man and be in his life again. Just recalling this image brings such deep peace.
Note— I now have this photo and it gives me instant peace whenever I see it. How amazing to find this particular image after so many years, especially when back then I did not realize who I was looking at, unfortunately, understanding he is no longer alive in this time. I cannot meet him or spend time with him in this life as I had hoped when I first met him in my dreams. I can’t help but wonder how different my life could have been had I been given the chance to know him, rather than being forced to forget.
Were the times I spoke with him in my dreams actually real? Not being able to remember them once awake does not mean I did not retain the information he shared with me. What a beautiful thought to hold onto. Perhaps some of my views and opinions I speak of come from these talks with him. I think it is a wonderful idea to hang onto this possibility, keeping him closer and giving strength to his presence.
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