I sort of had this opportunity when my dad passed away. We were close, but it was unspoken. My father and mother were not very demonstrative and so there wasn't a lot of hugging and " I love you " said much, but I always knew how he felt. When he passed I was grieving terribly and nothing, NOTHING could ease the pain. One night I dreamt that he came and visited me and we sat down with a cup of coffee and chatted for quite a while. He said all those things to me that he found so difficult to say here on earth.
When it was time for him to go .... I remember begging him not to leave, but he said he had no choice, but would see me again.
I woke up crying and sad, but found that as the days went by my grief was not so raw and I could again function normally.
I would like to believe that he really did come to have that long awaited chat. |