The dream:
Was attending some sort of faire, like ren faire but it wasn't. My stepson was running one of the booths. Mostly everything was disorganized. Daughter, myself and others I know but cannot recall were present. Stepson said hey "Firebird" look who I found and he brought forward a person from the very dense crowd of people. It was my father, I broke out in huge sobs and ran to hug him. They figured out what was wrong and somehow brought him back to life, through my tears I cried "how is this possible you've been gone (dead) for over 10 years now. He smiled his big friendly grin and said, "well I'm here now." .
Spent much if the rest of the dream looking for him. Not sure why I lost him in the dream but it was so freaking real I am beside myself this a.m.
Dad died of complications due to Alzheimer's, a most infuriating and horrible disease.
Miss you every day Dad.
Love, your sniklefritz
