A Sense of Doubt blog post #3901 - Letter to Dad #007 - Reaching for the Phone and a Dream

A Sense of Doubt blog post #3901 - Letter to Dad #007 - Reaching for the Phone and a Dream

Hi Dad, I know it's not unique to keep reaching for the phone to call you, and then stopping myself. I know lost of people who experience that. But it's happening. A lot.

Back on Sunday night through to Monday morning, I was dreaming about school again. There were many familiar images. I talked with colleagues, and I had the feeling that I was not employed there or returned there. I definitely had more experience than the rest of them. There was a closet full of my stuff, but this time, there was not the usual anxiety of having to move all that stuff. Your old bag, the gym bag, the one with the red plaid that I finally took to the landfill was there. I have a picture of it somewhere, but I can't find it.

I searched the closet for a quiz game to use in class and then a lot of the dream had to do with organizing groups, figuring out how to ask questions and rate winners, and a weird class room set up that was part school and part home with a kitchen and sofas and lots of windows.

At one point, you came in Dad, wearing that red sweatshirt of yours with a white collar of the under shirt over the top. I was standing on a table conducting class, and I jumped over a counter and down to where you were coming up a ramp. I hugged you and told you how much I missed you as all the students watched, silently. I started to cry and held you for a long time. "I miss you, too," you told me.

The dream had other parts that I do not remember but that's where one part ended.

FOUND IT! Took a lot of searching but I found it.

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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #838 - A Satchel - What We Leave Behind, What We Let Go

I just had to take a picture of that satchel. It had been in my possession since I was a kid and you stopped using it. I wish you were here so I could find out when you used it and why you stopped.


I could go on and on today, Big Guy, but I have a lot of homework this week.

Time to get to it.

More next week, Dad.

I love you; I miss you.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2510.23 - 10:10

- Days ago: MOM = 3706 days ago & DAD = 420 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.