Lost & Found

From time to time I will go to Google and search for PEI blogs. PEI, because, well, I'm here, and I find it neat to read about local folk...even if they may be strangers, or perhaps, friends I've not met yet. I also really enjoy it when I can find a blog that's well-written, and is grammatically correct. If you couple that with something interesting to say, I just might bookmark the page to return to it at another time. This one post just happened to be this blogger's latest post and the only one I've read - so far - it moved me though, and I wanted to post it. The posts' source is the following link:

http://paradise.islandmusings.net/index.php/weblog/index
Up in the middle of the night to use the washroom and discovered that dad was in the kitchen making coffee. He seemed a little down, and I asked what was bothering him. “I was laid off today, Bub”, he said. He was obviously down, and when you are of a certain age, being out of work can be a very scary experience - especially when you have worked all of your life.
Despite the fact that I was still half asleep, we sat down and discussed the situation. I assured him that people of his work ethic do not remain unemployed long and that perhaps he should just relax for a few days before looking for another job. “Easy for you to say, Boy” (he called me Boy when he was irritated with me), “but perhaps you are right”.
He finished his coffee and we returned to bed.
Holy shit, escaped from my lips as I sat straight up in bed. My dad passed away long ago, and obviously I was dreaming. Some dreams can seem real - and others are so absolutely realistic that I wonder if I am dreaming or not. This one was the latter. Obviously I was dreaming, er, yeah, but nevertheless I felt compelled to get up and sit in the kitchen for a few minutes.
Of course I was alone. It also occurred to me that it was (exactly) 10 years ago that my father died.
How strange. I could smell fresh coffee. ...or perhaps I just wanted to.

Re-reading it now, I still have goosebumps...and I smile, teary-eyed, in reflection, at the memory of my own father.