Her words written on an email~ I had a strange dream last night. Tell me more, I wrote back. These are her words.
I was sitting on a beach, tracing shapes into sand, watching as the grains shifted, the sand bits refusing to stay put, rearranging themselves, she wrote. A man came into view. He looked to be in his early seventies and was wearing a navy cloth baseball style jacket; the same style that he used to wear. Do your remember that jacket, Grace? The man stood and watched, met my stare. I saw compassion in his weary eyes. The man did not speak, merely stood in front of me. It was surreal, as if time had stopped.
There were no words exchanged between us, no need to check the reasons, expose the painful events and emotions that tore us apart. There were no scores to settle. We simply met on a beach and faced one another. Then he turned and walked away toward the sun’s rise.
Dad came to say, “good-bye” to me. He waited twenty years.