When my mind goes into overdrive, it crosses over into my dreamworld.
Last night, he visited me there.
It has been about a year and a half since my dad passed away. It was fast. It was unexpected. It was unimaginably painful.
His void is felt in places I never would have thought. I am starting to forget what his voice sounded like. I missed getting flowers from him on my birthday this year. Sometimes I start writing a message to someone on my phone, and his name pops up from my contact list.
Last night, in my dreams, he sent me a message. It was written in the sky, and my brother was with me.
"Heaven. Happy birthday. Love, Dad."
Small, but intensely beautiful. I can't even begin to describe the way that it looked. The words sound so simple, but that image- I will carry it with me for a long time.