It’s actually the second time I reblog this post as a blast from the past. Not because I’m so totally out of ideas of what to write about or of other posts I could reblog. This post has and always had another very special meaning to it.
What I describe in it, my day dreaming, was actually also my way to communicate with my Dad. It’s part day dreaming and part memories of how I felt in certain situations. It merged in my way to connect with him while I was no longer able to speak to him on the phone because it confused him more than making him happy. So I closed my eyes and took myself on this journey.
Now that he…
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