Had a dream the other day. Don't remember much about it except for the end. I was at home with Taylor, who came into my room looking for a toy. I told her I didn't know where it was. She then asked where her Daddy was and I told her he was at work. Then she asked where Grandpa Scott was, and I said he was at work too. And for a second, a split second, it was true...you were out in the hot summer sun with your hat and sunglasses on, pushing that lawnmower. I saw it, like someone was showing me a movie clip...but only for a moment. Then I remembered. That's when I woke up.
I saw a friend of yours yesterday. He and I were chatting a bit when a woman asked how we knew each other. He said "her father passed away, what, four years ago?"
Some days it feels like fifty...others, like yesterday.
"Three, actually."
"Oh three...yeah, and his wife and son still live in our ward."
Then the woman said "I'm sorry" and I said "thank you" and that was about it.
There's this unspoken silence that happens when I run into people that you have know for many years. As if we both know the connection between us, but it isn't a happy one, not anymore. So we can't really talk about it, this common thread, so we're left not talking at all. It isn't necessarily uncomfortable, it's just the way things are...and the other person and I know it.
I miss you Daddy.
