I had a dream about my father last night...
He was still around, and he had set up a small work shop in an old concrete building.
I came to visit his shop one day only to find the door had been boarded up.
All of his things were in boxes outside.
I knew what this meant.
He was gone.
I have these dreams, these feelings of sadness, emptiness, around this time every year.
My father died on November 19, 1999.
It's not an arresting burden, but, it is a presence that colors my life.
I am lucky to have so much love and support in my life, and it makes me all the more thankful for all the opportunities I have, and the choices I get to make.
Now back to our regularly televised submersibles, already in progress.
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