A moving reflection. My dad passed away 25 years ago, and I only dreamed of him twice over the years. We hardly connected when he was alive because he was often away for work, and I left home for boarding school when I was 13. My sister was closer to him.
I wonder if she dreams of him more. I'm worried I won't dream of him often. I'm.sorry you didn't get more time with him.
I was a typical 80s latchkey child, left on my own to wander the streets and only home at dusk. Or read books voraciously and was highly independent from a young age. My siblings and I may have the same parents, but our experiences with them were vastly different.