Not one day goes by...
...that I haven't thought about my dad and missed him a ton! My dad passed away two years ago, today. I still talk to him every day and hope he can hear me. Sometimes I'm lucky enough that he'll send me a sign or he visits me in my dreams. He's only visited me twice before, but I was lucky again last night.
I had a dream... my car started to overheat. The dials were spinning all over the place, red lights were blinking! It was complete chaos. I pulled into a gas station and sat there, confused and stressed out. Then I looked out the window and my dad was standing there. I stepped out of my car and told him what was happening. A ton of steam poured out of the hood of my car. He said to me, in his usual tone, "Kate, turn on the a/c so the fan comes on." So I did. Then, in a voice of complete confidence, he told me to keep searching and I'll find the answer I need.
Now, I have to tell you that my dad was a fanatic car guy. He knew how to fix almost anything on a car and was always the first person I called when I heard a knocking sound, saw a light come on or had a question about my car. He taught me to do my own tune-ups and oil changes. He was always there, whenever I needed him. And he taught me that I could learn to do anything and to fix anything, myself. (My mom instilled that in me too!)
This afternoon, I shared my dream with Chris. I smiled and was happy to see and hear my dad again, as it has been so long. Chris said to me, "Kate, the car is your current stress. The steam is the release of that stress. Your dad was there to tell you everything will be okay and that you'll be able to search and find the answer to solve your problems." Now, how's that for an amazing husband?
I never thought to equate my dream to anything more than just getting to hear and see my dad. Maybe Chris is right. I have been under a tremendous amount of pressure and stress, most of which is out of my control. I felt so relieved after this dream, as if the stress was the steam that just poured out of the engine. I know I will be okay and so will those around me. I just have to keep searching...
My dad always complained when I'd take a zillion photos of him, but he was also the first to always ask "Kate, where's your camera?" when I decided not to bother anyone with it. Thank goodness I never backed down, because while I cannot have my dad here with me, I'll always have these and many other images to remember him by.

























