My father died 27 years ago. I miss him. I don't handle death.
Two years ago he came into my dreams- he was alive all of a sudden and it was Christmas.
I had gifts for everyone but him-I didn't expect him to show up. He was dead all these years.
So I was trying to explain myself and he just sat in this chair, as if he was in a parallel universe,not complaining,not resenting me, just watching us have our Christmas.
Later, my therapist told me it's as if he wants me to let go. He isn't here anymore and I get to create my own traditions around Christmas, and stop trying to recreate my childhood with my father so painfully missing from it.
