Dream a Little Dream of He…

I dream of him often.  I never see his face, but only hear his voice.

I awake thinking that life as of late has been a dream.  That these past few weeks haven’t been real.  That I’ll call home and hear his voice again.

I don’t know what these dreams mean, if anything.

I guess all it really means is that I really miss my father.

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