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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

In Memory of....My Dad

I figured a blog was like a journal, so I wanted to use it to record some of my dreams. I've had some strange dreams lately about my dad. If you don't know, he passed away in July (ironically on the most lucky day of the century: 7-7-07) from an agressive lymphoma. He was fine one day, thought he pulled something in his back, and finally went to the dr. 2 weeks later. He was in the hospital while they ran tests, and died 2 weeks later. This was a lesson on how precious our life is and how it can be taken away so quickly.





So, my point was to record some of the dreams I've had about him. I think i've had about 4, but can't remember the first 2. The other night I dreamed that we were at one of Eli's soccer games, but it was indoors in a gym. (Might be from the amount of time I spend in a gym watching Miguel's volleyball team). It was quite a large gym and we were sitting on some chairs, the game going on in front of us, and people setting up for some event behind us--they looked like caterers. So, we're watching the game (completely aware that my dad has passed away and feeling like I needed to cherish this time I had with him) and Eli tries to do some tricky dribbling move and loses the ball. We're kinding laughing thinking he was cute for trying to do some tricky move. Then, my dad looks at me, and says he thinks the eggs are baked, not broiled (I guess we had been discussing what the caterers were putting out). His face was as clear as day, and I remember feeling his leg touch mine as we sat next to each other. For anyone that can tell me what this dream means, feel free.

Another dream I had was last night. It was me and my dad and my older brother--he must have been behind me in the dream b/c I couldn't see his face, just hear his voice. I think we were outside of a hospital. So, we're talking about how my mom is the new scribe for the bishop at our church. David, my brother, puts his two sense in and says how he used to do that and glad he's done with that job. Then my dad makes fun of my mom saying he didn't think she'd know how to do that and blah blah blah. I respond, "ok, bert!" (my dad's eyebrows were bigger than bert's from bert and ernie on seasame street). My dad kind of laughed that off, then turned around to smoke a cigarette. I didn't understand why no one was making a big deal about this, so I sneaked up behind him, hit the cigarette out of his hand and ran over and stomped on it. That one was a pretty weird dream. Who knows if I'll have anymore!

4 comments:

Mia said...

There was a conversation between George and Christina on Grays Anatomy last season that there is a club of people who have lost their fathers. And your not in it until you are in it. I am so sorry you have to be a part of this club. I lost my mom 7 years ago and I know that even with the perspective of the gospel it is a hard life experience to go through. I wish I had any idea what your dreams mean, but alas psych was not my strongest field. Ask me more physics ;) Remember that the gospel is true, the atonement is real, and that your dad loves you. Here is a big hug.

Unknown said...

i think dreams like that are just to remind us that they're still somewhere, even if it's not here with us. that they are aware of us. and they miss us. i'm so sorry about your dad. it makes me want to go out on a date with my daddy and enjoy him a little more while i still have him.

Kristi said...

I am so sorry about your dad, Wendy, but I love that you are still dreaming about him and that your dreams ar so vivid. And ditto what Mia and natalie said because they said it much better than I could.

I will say I think you are incredibly strong and wonderfully amazing and hilarious...

David Pistorius said...

Nice dreams... You REALLY are as weird as I thought! At least I made it into your dreams!!!