I had the best dream this morning. We lived in some beach town for the summer. Mom had work and I stayed home to take care of Dad. He was doing beautifully. He could walk and talk a little, his spirits were up and we laughed like old times. I could tell he was still sick but I felt like we were winning.
And then I watched some weird music video, it was a strange animation and it was supposed to be some Kurt Cobain song about his wife and daughter who he was about to leave behind. The lyrics were something like, “she’s my Diana but I feel like I must go home”. And I knew it was the end of the dream.
I woke up and cried. For those first few moments of consciousness I thought Dad was going to be okay, we would get him through and we could all be happy again.
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