The sunday that just passed, I was actually in Perth's Fremantle beach. It was slightly after 3 pm and as Ryan and my sister was playfully digging booby traps on the sand. I was listening to my Ipod. As I sat there listening, I was also looking out to the waves that came crashing up onto the shore. I was thinking about my father.
Somehow it seems like a good time to think about him as it was so quiet in my world. And partly because I remembered the dream about my father walking away from me at a beach. It was very windy even though winter had ended and spring is here. I wanted to film the waves but run out of memory space in my digital camera. So I set to delete some pictures. As I was going through the old pictures and videos, there was 1 that caught my eye. it was a video of Amber celebrating her 1st year at my father's house. As we were singing her songs, I was also taking video and I happen to have a 2 sec ( My regret) glimpse of my father in the background, singing and clapping his hands. it was not too long after his surgery And he just came home from the hospital not too long. He was all bundled up with gloves and socks. Although it was short and I had clearly forgotten all about it. I was happy. I eagerly showed it to my sister. Somehow I feel that it was not an coincidence, the beach and me lamenting to my sister a couple of weeks ago, telling her I hadn't dreamt of him since the beach dream. I feel maybe he was trying to send me a signal that he is really here with us. I think he was there with us. In our hearts.
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hm. it wasn't a monday. was sunday.
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