She wore a blue bandana over her short cropped hair. Her
eyes were light colored, green or blue and she had the most beautiful smile I
have ever seen. She was small of
stature. The thing that really attracted me to her was her attraction towards
me. She Really LOVED me and I her. Then I woke up in my dorm room at Lyndon State
College. I have never seen this girl
only in my dreams. Twenty something
years later…My wife decided she didn’t want to be married to me anymore and she
hooked up with another man. I moved into
a tiny house down the road from my wife and 3 kids (She was still officially my
wife), when I had the dream again… She wore a blue bandana over her short
cropped hair. Her eyes were light colored, green or blue and she had the most beautiful
smile I have ever seen…I woke up my heart was speeding…She came back…Where is
she? Several months later I had another dream but this one was different. She
was there but she was older, slightly younger than my age at the time. She did
not have a bandana…her hair was short and that beautiful smile was still there…but
had slightly more wrinkles. I had moved into another house at the time and my
divorce was final. A couple of days
after that dream I had another one but this time a name came to me in my dream…”Heather”. Was that her name? Was I supposed to look for
a woman named Heather? I talked to a good friend about these dreams and about
finally getting a name. He reminded me of an old 80ds movie called “Highlander”.
A movie were the immortal Highlander, Connor
MacLeod, married and lived with a woman named Heather. He was forever young and
she aged but he stayed with her until she passed away of old age. “perhaps the
name Heather represents the woman who will be with you for the rest of your life.” I don’t know but I can always hope that there
is such a woman out there for me.
This world that we live in can be mysterious sometimes and occasionally a strange unexplainable thing happens to all of us. This is my thoughts and grieving process for my dad.
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The family. It has been a long time since I wrote. When I see this picture of my children and myself. I think of dad. He was such a part in my life. Even after my parents got divorced. It is his example and love for us kids that gives me the strength to fight for my kids...to make sure that I am a part of their lives despite their mother and I not being married any more. That is way this photo is so important to me. It shows that we are a family.
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