Thursday night I dreamed about my Father. My Mother, my Father, and I were in my parents' living room. My Father tried to walk across the room. He began to fall, and I rushed to catch him. I was too late to catch him, but I did manage to break his fall enough so that he wasn't injured. "I love you," I told him, "and want you to be with us for a long time. Please be careful, O. K.?" I surely do miss him!