Dear Diary,
I've been having the strangest dreams. I, consistently, wake up from them around 3:00 a.m. Sometimes I remember them and sometimes I don't. What I do know is that my dad has been in a lot of them, lately. In my awake times, I have these bizarre moments in the day where I think about dad. Some are quite odd, like can he see me running/riding out here on Fort Ord? Will he send me a spirit animal to say "hello"? Was that Bobcat a sign? These aren't even things I would ever have associated with my dad. Then there are moments where I am in my own world and completely unaware that he is going to sneak into my thoughts. I will be checking in on Facebook to see what my Minnesota family is up to and I see a post with Dad's name in it. These always make me cry. I think its OK for me to be sad and miss dad, he was my dad. But when I see others miss him too, it stuns me. Then it makes me realize how much more he was. He was more than my dad. He was a bit of something to others and we all miss him just a tiny bit (or a lot). Is it wrong to be a little jealous that others cared about him too? My cousin will be doing a firefighter stair climb. And recently he has posted, "This year while I am climbing the 69 flights of stairs I will be thinking of my uncle Lane that passed away this year." I wish I had the stamina and strength to join him, but you can be sure my heart will be right there with him. Because I am now a little bit pleased that dad was special to others and not just plain ol' dad. Meanwhile I will continue to run 5Ks each month this year in his honor. It won't get dad back but it makes me think of him and I don't mind that so much. My thinks are surprisingly happy thinks and that can only be good.