Drove down a narrow road in the woods to a small river my blood Father used to take me to for fishing early this morning. Did not recognize the road. Placed the truck in four wheel drive for a little bit, but the truck started driving erratically. I placed it back in two wheel drive. The road came to an end at a small bridge, where I found myself looking from the bridge into the water. There were minnows swimming in the current, and redbreast fish swimming tightly-grouped, though small, in the deeper water. The water looked just like the water he used to take me to. While I was watching the fish swimming in the current, a voice spoke from the other side of the ground to my left and behind me." "just me", what are you doing here?". It was my Father's voice. "I came here to look and think about you," I said, while walking over the small mound to the voice.
He was lifting up from an almost, if not totally, white fishing boat as I saw him. It was early in the dawn hours of the morning. He had something like a small white sheet covering his back and head and was bent over forward like he had been hiding or sleeping there, but he appeared to me as he stood. He had on a white T-shirt. I thought how dreadful it must be for him to have slept there, knowing the mosquitoes used to be bad. It was warm, but there were no mosquitoes. My sadness turned to happiness to see him after 30 years.
He stood by my side and placed his hand on my shoulder while saying, "Son, let me tell you something." I awakened. I love him.
I have been all over the internet this morning, and now I understand so many things I did not understand yesterday. The things that bothered me yesterday, up til late in the night, bother me no longer. I understand things now I never imagined. I feel he was guiding me through those pages and the reading. He allowed me to go where I have been wanting to go, but never imagined how to get there. I wish he could have stayed longer in the dream, but he is with me as I type this. I understand, Father.
