This morning, I woke up at about three-thirty and, for some reason, didn't go back to bed, so, this afternoon, I took a nap on the couch. I dreamed about my Father, who died on Wednesday, February 28, 2001. He would have been ninety years old on April 30, 2001. Even though he didn't make it to his ninetieth birthday, at least he did make it into the new millennium.

I dreamed that he and I were going to a hospital to pick up my sister, who was being discharged after having had some type of operation. In reality, she died sixteen years ago.

I woke up before my Dad and I got to the hospital, but I was so happy to see him again! He was such a great guy. I surely do miss him!