I dreamed a specific and comforting dream a few nights ago.
In the dream I sat with a friend in a large room, like a church. The friend held my hand, in comfort and support, while we listened to (what seems to be) a priest talk about life.
Seconds later I am at my childhood home. In my bedroom closet putting away clothes. I call for Dad. I hear “What!” yelled from downstairs. Seconds later I hear foot steps walk into the room, and it’s Dad.
I say, “I’m just checking that you’re here”. He replied, “I’ll always be here with you.” He replied in a deep, kind of gravely, and calming voice. His rhythm and tempo matched the rhythm and tempo of other times he meant to be re-assuring and supportive. I remember that kind of measured, deep, and re-assuring tone well.
I checked my phone and noticed text messages that Dad was walking around and restless at the memory care unit that evening… he was shaking.