A Family RTW Travel Adventure (2008-2009)
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Father’s Day

Layered Fields

My father was 51 when he died.

In the year after his death, he appeared to me regularly in vivid dreams. But one day he stopped appearing; later I stopped dreaming all together.

A few weeks ago, after nearly twenty years, he reappeared in a dream:

I was on a bus. Something like a school bus. My father, my brother, me.

I was sitting next to my father — his younger, healthier self. My brother was in the seat in front of us.

My father and I were arguing about something. I’m not sure what. I was getting more and more frustrated. I couldn’t get him to understand or agree with me.

Finally, exasperated, I got up. I moved several seats ahead and sat staring out the window at a field that stretched on forever.

The bus rolled on and on.

After a while my father moved forward, sat down beside me, put his hand on my shoulder. We looked each other in the eye, but neither said a word.

We rode on together, through the fields, in silence.

And I, still dreaming, found comfort in that.


1 st { 06.16.08 at 8:06 am }

thank you, craig. beautiful photo.

2 Linda in Oregon { 06.16.08 at 6:49 pm }

Thanks so much for sharing this, Craig. Dad has certainly made the rounds over the last 18 years. I have seen him from time to time and I certainly feel his support and presence. Your dream just about sums it up……and it comforts me, too.

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