someday is Today, Daddy-o ;-)

"Don't call me that. It's disrespectful," he would tell me, back in the beatnik days. After what I just saw, I don't think he's too concerned with such trivialities anymore. Pop "died" back in 1991, which I learned of thanks to the meddlin' of my wife, Donna Jean, who herself is "on the other side" since Sept.05, 2012. (That's pertinent as you're about to see.)
It's ironic that "meddlin'" resulted in what it did, since that's the same reason Dad and I were "estranged" for so many years. (Somebody got between us, but that's another story)
Anyway, it all washed out, at least in my mind, just the other day...

The following is transcribed from the NoteCorder that my daughter-in-love got me for Christmas just past (I wanted her to know I'm using it, and what for):

"Ok I guess this is a test. It's Friday the 15th. Yesterday Thu the 14th -I reckon tha's Valentine's Day wasn't it? Well I got one, didn't realize that's what it was. Woke up from a dream, 9-somethin in the mornin; I'd been up and down all night, finally had another hour and a half's worth of sleep. At that point I was into a dream, was working in some kind of store that had books on the shelf; that's all I know. There was somebody in there working with me, uh somebody close; I wasn't aware at that point just exactly who it was, but it didn't matter. Somehow we knew that my...my dad was in town. I don't know how we knew that; that's how dreams are. I don't know how we knew that. We knew Dad was in town. Suddenly he walks in the store, and he's talking about something he's looking for, a little of this or that and he's describing it and whatnot, and I'm almost just crappin' myself because he seems to not recognize me; he doesn't realize that he's walked into my store. Anyways he starts talking about how much he likes my work on a book cover. And...uh...how much he enjoys my BLOG, of all things. He said, "It gets a little misty when you blog." I don't know what that meant but anyways, at that point I was walkin up - he was leaning up against the desk across from me and I walked up right in front of him and I was goin' "It gets misty when I blog? What are you -?" and suddenly the ruse was up. He knew it was me all along and we're just...we're hugging...like...I can feel my fingers digging into his back...it's such a...anyway at that point I became aware of who my co-worker was, off to the right, grinning like crazy from ear to ear, it was my dear sweet departed wife. She brought me in a dream on Valentine's day a visit from my dad. And I got just what I needed from him."

A lot more was "downloaded" along with this story part, more than I can write out in a blog post. I'm fully convinced it was more than just a dream, y'all. Much more...