Dad stories
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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Afterlife visits from my Dad!
My father died a few months ago. He'd been highly creative and active up until his last few years and was unhappy when his concentration and mobility diminished.
So towards the end, what with a touch of dementia, some artistic frustration and and plenty of impatience, he put a lot of strain on my family and elderly mother.
He died peacefully in hospital and we immediately began dreaming about him. He'd believed totally in a happy afterlife and that's how we pictured him.
My mother dreamed about him strolling naked through a park crowded with picnicking families, laughing because only she could see him. My brother dreamed of Dad standing right in front of the family, waving his hands in people's faces, saying 'Can't you see me?'
I dreamed that he walked into a waiting room full of our relations, wearing a long white robe. I said, scandalised, 'Dad! It's your funeral! You're not supposed to be here!'
Dad sprawled out on an armchair and said 'I can go anywhere I want. I'm all different now, look!' and pulled the robe aside to show me an Action Man-type smooth body.
We all still dream about Dad. He keeps popping up, usually content but occasionally looking a bit narked with Mother. She's going to give him a long wait!
( , Thu 2 Dec 2010, 9:23, 1 reply)
My father died a few months ago. He'd been highly creative and active up until his last few years and was unhappy when his concentration and mobility diminished.
So towards the end, what with a touch of dementia, some artistic frustration and and plenty of impatience, he put a lot of strain on my family and elderly mother.
He died peacefully in hospital and we immediately began dreaming about him. He'd believed totally in a happy afterlife and that's how we pictured him.
My mother dreamed about him strolling naked through a park crowded with picnicking families, laughing because only she could see him. My brother dreamed of Dad standing right in front of the family, waving his hands in people's faces, saying 'Can't you see me?'
I dreamed that he walked into a waiting room full of our relations, wearing a long white robe. I said, scandalised, 'Dad! It's your funeral! You're not supposed to be here!'
Dad sprawled out on an armchair and said 'I can go anywhere I want. I'm all different now, look!' and pulled the robe aside to show me an Action Man-type smooth body.
We all still dream about Dad. He keeps popping up, usually content but occasionally looking a bit narked with Mother. She's going to give him a long wait!
( , Thu 2 Dec 2010, 9:23, 1 reply)
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