My Father

My father is the person I care most about in the world. This is profound. Last night I had a dream that my father was 'lost'. I woke up crying, because I could not find him. I suppose this is God telling me something. I need to rekindle a lost relationship. Growing up he was my daddy - my bestest friend in the whole world. He was gentler with me than he was with my siblings. He listened to me, took me seriously. He hugged me, kissed me, held me. Called me 'Toto'. He wore warm, soft sweaters. This Sunday he called me 'my baby' and I almost cried.

I want that back.