The alarm went off while I was deeply, heavily asleep. My dreams were all over the place but the last one was so real that when the alarm sounded, I was so off balance I knocked the lamp off the table.
I lay there still in the dream; it was my father and his female friend Terry. Terry died years ago, my father died more recently. I saw them sitting at an old-fashioned aluminum rimmed kitchen table. Terry’s back was towards the wall as if she was sitting on a bench type of seat and my father was sitting on the other side on an old kitchen chair.
My father realized he made a mistake by leaving me out of his will when he died. He told me he was truly sorry, got up from his seat and said, “Let’s fix this.”
He walked towards me and the encounter was so real that I actually expected by some miracle that he would magically include me in his will; maybe the lawyers would find a loophole or law that would put me right in the will, legally and binding.
There I am still lying on the bed barely able to get up. I dragged myself off the bed hopeful the dream was a prediction. Needless to say, this dream was no prediction, it was a wish, a deep longing of a father doing the right thing for the first time for his daughter but inclusion was never an option.
After the deep pain that there was no changing the will and there is no chance of me being included, I realized that my children are the recipients of this sizable inheritance. My father underestimated the powerful relationship I have with my children; out of their cuts each of my children asked if I needed anything. Of course, I did, and within reason I got everything I would have gotten even if I was included in the paperwork of his will.
Did my father have any negative influence in stopping my participation in receiving some goods? Not at all. It was no secret he was a miserable human being. He lived and died miserable and mean and cruel.
What he didn’t realize is that love wins.
My father had no clue what real love between a parent and a child is. I do and I am truly very lucky to have that precious love of my children and a few extra goodies my kids so graciously gifted to me.
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