My Father Died In My Sleep

I went to bedand lay asleep that nightwithout any impression whatsoeverthat while I slept, before dawnmy father - my dearest fatherwould die in my own sleep.So while I sat in the parlour of my dreamsmourning and sorrowing with the people in my dreamsFamily was present but my father was absent.Questions were raised and yet no answers fell to the ground to meet our bare feet.We all had the familiar feeling of lossFor we knew in my dreams that father had passed on.So, I was surprised to wake up to the phone ringingto my sister's voice tingling heartily in my earstelling me stories of family in the present.And when I told her my father had died in my sleep,we both thanked goodness that I am now awake - father is still very much alive.My father will spend many more days raising many questions to which answers will not fall,of how many more long years he has to spend away from my dreams.