All Hallows' Eve

I woke up feeling like I had recently talked to my father. I was left with the trace of a feeling akin to the happy one after a holiday or family gathering or a memory that makes you smile. I searched my memory for why that could be. And then I remembered I had a dream about him.

Yes! He was bed or in a chair and I was happy to see him and asked him if I could give him one more hug. He looked like he did before he died. And by that I don't mean unhealthy and cancer-stricken but a jovial form of himself, reclined and round-bellyed in a T-shirt. He said something to the effect of, "of course" or maybe he didn't speak at all but it was understood. I remember holding his hand in mine and it felt so incredibly real and so warm that I wondered to myself how that could be. And I got close again to do it again and then I realize it no longer felt real and that I was dreaming. 

Today I realized that again he has visited me on the anniversary of his death. Also on the Eve of the first day in November- the month dedicated to the holy souls in purgatory. All Hallows' Eve. Gives a whole new meaning to Halloween