I sometimes wonder if dreams are the worst part of grieving. I often have dreams where my dad is still alive. At some point, while still in the dream, I realize that it's a dream and start to cry. I wake up in tears. I had a dream like this the other night. It's heartbreaking.
I was going through some files on my computer recently and moving them from my laptop to a new external hard drive. I found a video. I recorded it on the 6-month anniversary of dad's passing. I find music to be quite therapeutic. And this is one of the last songs him and I played together. We played it at his sisters funeral. I also played it at his funeral. I know it was a favourite of his. I could feel him with me that day.
I'm going to share it with you here. I couldn't figure out how to upload it to my blog, so I've added it to YouTube instead. You can find it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-DFCCxzWmU
