I don't remember all of my dreams last night. I was very tired, working long hours, and slept hard. But I awoke this morning, before my alarm. I looked at the clock it was 2:52 AM.
I woke to my Dad's voice, saying my name. I don't know if he was yelling it, looking for me, or if it was just the deepness of it that I haven't heard in so long.
I still don't feel like my Dad is dead. Sometimes it feels like maybe it was all a big mistake. How selfish and sinful is that? I dare to question the timing that is given from above. I don't mean to be selfish or sinful, it's just how I feel.
It's a good thing to hear his voice if even only in my dreams