I dream quite often. Nice good ones, dramatic scary ones also have. Most of the times, I don't really remember my dreams when I wake up.

But I only dreamt of my dad 3 times for my entire life. (Ok, maybe from when I can remember)

The first was damn scary! I remembered I woke up in tears and vowed never to cut my nails after dark!

The second was last week, the day before he left. I remembered it was just me and him, in a white empty room. He could stand and walk on his own, without any aid. He was in his shirt, long pants and shoes, which he didn't wore for the past 2-3 years, minimum. I remembered calling him, but he didn't answer me. He just smiled, the ever so friendly smile. I called him again, and again he just smiled. I called him the third time, and this time he smiled and turned to walk away. Despite my screams, he continued to walk further away, smiling, until he disappeared.
I woke up, scared and frightened, but I told no one of this dream.

The third one was last night, on the 7th day. I dreamt I was having a conversation with him at home, with him in the same attire, still smiling and slightly fatter now. I can't remember the conversation details but I remembered walking around the house with him, holding onto my hand, like when I was young. Then, the next thing I know, both my mum and I were waving goodbye to him, as he slowly walked away. Still smiling =)


Daddy, I know you have gone to a better place, without suffering or pain. Please take care of yourself. Both mummy and I will miss you, a lot! I love you, daddy! RIP