lots of little bits,
dreams of the unusual kind.
memories that are not always pleasant.
My dad passed in 1996 in May.
At the time i was told to be strong for my mother.
I guess i remained strong since - till today -
2 dreams, one 2 days ago,
one this morning.
Both with my dad.
One was of being informed he had passed,
the other he was helping me on a trip.
Today, i am not strong any more.
So much feeling,
i must remember to breathe.