It was such a strange thing that happened. I wasn’t looking for anything really. There it was on the floor out of nowhere. A picture of my daughter’s father with my youngest daughter in the baby carriage, she must have been one year old.
I had to look twice; I thought I forgot about him because he passed away from 9/11 illness two weeks before his 60th birthday. That was 6 years ago. My daughters were very sad at losing their father.
I found that picture on his birthday. Maybe he wanted to be remembered, I was not sure.
Shortly after he passed away, he came to me in a dream. He showed me how he shed the tubes and hospital gowns and the cancer he had while alive, I asked what he was doing in my dream. He told me “Live Your Life”. I think maybe somehow he knows I am a crossroad in my life and I am to remember his advice: “Live Your Life.”
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