dreams of the father...

I've been having dreams about my Godfather two nights in a row. I'm not sure what my subconsciousness is trying to tell me, or perhaps what, in some mysterious way, God is reaching out to me.

The first dream gave me the sense that I was being protected by him... the dream itself is difficult to piece together because it was quite abstract.

This second dream was of him being around for a week. I don't know if this was postmortem or what, but Masaru (one of his best friends) and myself were angry that he'd only be around for a week. He and Masaru played a game of basketball to settle some kind of score, and I sat in my car listening to music and watching them play. He told me, "take it easy, Drew." After they finished the game, I tried to get them water from the trunk of my car but I ran out. I asked Jims what he planned to do the week he was still here, I can't remember what he said.

Take it easy, huh? I think it's time for me to sit down and really prepare myself for a new stage in my life instead of running around.

I wish I had some more recent pictures of him and I, I suppose there weren't too many. And then again, I suppose it'd be too much for me to look back in that way. His memory shall suffice.