SAYING GOODBYE

My father died of cancer this summer, and I had a long series of dreams in which I was aware that I was dreaming, and insisted that I didn't want to wake up because I was talking to my father, telling him once more that I loved him, but he'd insist that I wake up and accept that he was fine and had to go off on his long journey. In a dream I finally saw him off at the station and was relieved that he'd made the train: he'd delayed so long in saying goodbye that he'd almost missed his connections to go off to his wonderful vacation. That last dream was the last in the series.