My sister had a dream, where my dad was in her kitchen. healthy, strong, snowy white hair. Happy.
She ran to him and hugged him tight. He smelled the same – awesome-and was dressed as he always was-crisp, pressed, dapper. He hugged her back with love, and greeted her by name.
It was then that she asked him her question: “Dad, what should we do? Oh dad, what should we do to help mom?”
No answer came, and she woke up.
I wish, with every cell in me, that I could see him in a dream. I’d love to smell that tweedy sport coat, and kiss his cheek. I’d love to hear him say, just one more time “I love you, Susie.” And I wish he could tell us what to do.
But Dream Dad was silent. He just loved and hugged.
Maybe that’s it. Love and Hug. Maybe that’s the answer.