Here in Bangkok it is 1030am, just woke up after having a dream that my dad beaten cancer.. he was working hard in his garage, a bit wobbly, a bit x weaker but still strong, determined and past his cancer. I told him and mom standing beside him, “I am so proud of you , so proud to see you working again.” Dad on hearing this just continued with what he was doing and said nothing.
Over the last while I have had several dreams with a similar theme, my father still alive after beating cancer. I so wish these were not dreams but real. They are only dreams thou, only wishes, only hopes, all impossibilities. I will never see my father work again, he is alive only when I sleep.
