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Dreams of leaving

Somewhere between here and there, as we raced home to see him, Dad passed across the line. We were airborne. I was dreaming. In the dream, I framed objects in the foreground for a photo, then noticed that Dad's cheeky smiling eye loomed across the picture from the top corner. I awoke mid-flight. This was the time of his passing. I felt rested and calm. Thanks for all the steady care and love over the years to my beautiful father. I know he could hear me when we communicated on the phone from LA airport. He knew we were on our way back to see him. Xxoo



Postscript:

I hope there will be many more words I write about Arfur. These were the very first ones I formulated after landing and finding that we had not made it back in time.
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  1. Anonymous9 November 2015 at 16:07

    Hugs and love to you, Anna. What a special beautiful moment x

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    1. Anna Sublet 9 November 2015 at 18:05

      Thank you! It is a tough time. All words of support much appreciated x

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