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Six Lessons My Old Fashioned Greek Dad Blessed Me With
There are some things I will never forget about my dad
This November 2nd marks 20 years since my dad passed away.
I was so young when he died — dad was the foundation of our family.
He kept the structures in place, and when he passed away, they turned to dust.
I dreamed about him for several years after — and he looked immaculately dressed in the suit that we buried him in.
He would never talk — only stare at me with an expressionless face.
In the last dream of him, I was going through a horrible time — contemplating suicide because I was stuck in such a toxic situation.
I didn’t have my fatherly foundation to put his loving arms around me for protection.
I saw him within a group of people arguing with me — in the distance.
The sight of him startled me to stop arguing and stare.
Was that dad? What’s he doing so far away from me, and why isn’t he saying anything?