Rarely since my Dad died in 2010, have I dreamt of him. Maybe twice. I don’t know why, because I really loved that man.
Last night I dreamed about him, and I gotta get this down before it starts to fade with the daylight.
We were playing in a golf tournament, as we often did, and we were on the schedule to tee off, and I kept forgetting things. I forgot my shoes and was going to play barefooted. I forgot my clubs and he went and got them. I forgot golf balls, and he gave me some of his. Finally, when I didn’t have tees he said, : “damn son, one of these days you’re going to have to start taking responsibility for your stuff on your own!”
Then I hit a great drive down the fairway and he said: “Nice drive son, now let’s move forward!” I was the happiest I can remember in such a long time! He said: “Let’s move forward”.
It was a super round of golf. Me, Dad, Ted and Matt.
You can’t ever go back to the past, all you can do is hit your best drive, and move forward. I’m ready now to move forward, and although I’ll cherish all my past memories, I’m going to be happy making new ones.
Thanks for helping me again Dad. You were always there for me when I needed you.
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