We were in my bedroom. It seems there were guests in the house. Then they left and we were in my room talking. I was sensitive about our volume of conversation because he was in the next room resting and he had just come home after being at the hospital for a long time. Then I told them to go do their own things as I needed to clean up my room. The guests had left my room in a mess.
As I was packing. I was tellin myself all these packing was not important. I should go out and spend time with him because every minute and every second counts now. He was so ill and I should cherish every bit of time that we could have together. Stop packing. I can always pack in future but I may not be able to spend time with him in future.
Then I heard the piano. Although he never had piano lessons, he always had an ear for music and was able to produce his favourite tunes on the keyboard with one hand. He was playing a chinese new year song. It was the first song in a karaoke vcd that I bought for him years back, when I bought the vcd player for him.
I stopped packing and went to the living room. He was on the piano chair and had stopped playing because he needed to lean to his side (he couldn't sit up straight for long as it would be painful for him) I went up to him and I wanted to give him a hug. I asked him how he was...
He looked at me, smiled, and said " Pa Pa hao3..."
And the he put him left arm around me and we hugged.
At that instant, I woke up. I sobbed. It was 4:15am.
I miss him so much. I realised, when I woke up, that he has already been gone for 7 years. I only wish we could had more hugs when we could. I cherish that dream very much...and all the other dreams I had of him in the past.
The dream was so real. And I always seem to wake up at the most important part of the dream. Religious beliefs aside, I secretly hope that he is indeed somewhere nearby watching over me and coming to my dreams to comfort me or visit me.
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