I had a most unusual dream last night. I was on my knees looking through books, an old scrapbook in particular, and I look up. A few feet away stands my recently deceased abuser, my dad. He has those sorrowful eyes of regret and remorse. He doesn't approach me or tap me on the shoulder but patiently kept his distance till I noticed him.
I looked at him and said, "you didn't have to do this," to go to all the trouble, great links to find me. I knew he had to contact different people, follow a trail of info, clues, went to great lengths to locate me.
I had no fear. There was nothing negative about this at all. I kinda smiled with pleasant amusement and surprize to see him.
He said, as clear as day, "I didn't want to leave things as they were." And he stretched out his hand with a business card in it. (I believe it to be symbolic of some type of gift.)
I, without hesitation, took the card. He was repaying me, giving me some sort of gift that he went to great lengths to secure. He wants to help me in some way, shape or form.
I woke up.
Something, something big, unexpected and positive will come into my life shortly. And he, my dad, will have had a hand in making it happen. I can feel it.
I'll keep you updated.
No comments:
Post a Comment