Just realized today’s three months since my dad’s gone. Coincidentally, for the last couple of nights I’ve had dreams where he was and we talked. Nothing special, the kind of everyday stuff when I visited my parents, except in one where they wanted to sell the house. I didn’t want them to sell the house. I think I’m afraid my mom might want to sell the house at some point, I was gutted when they sold my grandpa’s house in Spain a few years back, I keep dreaming of buying it back some day. I’m very attached to things I guess. Anyway in the haze of semi-wakeness, where the dream continues but it starts to break down because I know it’s a dream… I was glad I could see him again.