A dream last night about intense conflict with my father. Why now? Will I ever make peace with the memories? Hell, It's only been forty years since his passing. I don't need to worry any longer about his hurting my mother. Maybe I better understand now why years later, she would often start crying and apologizing for no apparent reason as we were driving to lunch get togethers. Maybe she recognized the impact it had on me? And maybe these days, I'm realizing the same?
Not easily forgettable like most dreams. I guess this could be classified as a nightmare. I certainly didn't wake up smiling and feeling warmth. Nearly twenty-four hours later and it's still with me .... lurking and hanging on.
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