Very nice HaRRo . . . I lost my Dad in 2008 and I think of him often.
I had a very vivid dream shortly after he died. I found myself on an
airport landing strip and out of nowhere, a small, white, twin-engine
plane landed. My father jumped out and motioned for me to come
to him. I got in the plane with him and we flew around for about
an hour. We didn't speak . . . We didn't need to. We were just
happy being together. Then he landed the plane and we got out.
We stood there for a moment and smiled at each other. Then
he walked toward his plane, turned around and waved to
me, then got back into the plane and flew away.
Somehow I just know I will see him again . . .
"Wiz"