My father passed away this weekend.  None of us expected this.
I had an amazing dream Friday night... In the dream my dad and I were having a casual conversation but a really nice one.  It was adult to adult, calm, enjoyable, enlightening.  We were both just comfortable, sharing.  This was a milestone. When I awoke I decided I would write to my dad and tell him about this dream. I thought he would appreciate it.  Why didn't I just phone him to tell him?  Because his hearing was shot and he couldn't hear me.  We communicated in letters.
I received a phone call Sunday morning from my brother telling me my father had died.  It appears from all indications he died Friday night.
Was it a dream or was it a real conversation?  I believe it was real - I believe he and I openly communicated, finally, as he was moving to the next level.  Thank you dad for all your love and effort.  You are a good man.

This photo was taken circa 1990 when my dad visited me in Santa Cruz.  He liked this area a lot. And I like this photo, a lot.