Someone’s father died last February
And someone has a question
Someone’s father died last February in Poland. A few months later, in someone’s dream, the father appeared. In the dream, the father looked like he did when he was in his early forties. When the father appeared, someone knew he was dreaming and within the dream wondered how it could be that he’d been older now than his father was, and so, in a sense, he was looking at a younger man.
Until that February, someone had been close to his father, but not in person. The two of them spoke on the phone often during the last several years. The father complained, not in a bitter or unkind way, and without emotion, that he was tired of the body, tired of being an old man (almost eighty). But usually he also talked about how curious he was to see which way would unfold the global events: the unpunished devilry of the war on “virus”, the UKEUNATO-provoked military action in Ukraine, the strategy of tension in Israel, the old Polish government returning as “new”, there was more. The theatre made him get out of bed every morning, ready to check the daily news. But, all in all, tired of being an old man, he said he was ready to go.
Back to the dream. We’re almost finished here. So the forty-something father appears to someone in the dream and complains about the old age and mentions the curiosity and complains again—I’m ready to go, sonny, I’m ready, he says. He always called someone sonny (synku). Someone is listening. They’re both standing, facing one another, casually and comfortably. It’s nothing but a dream, someone knows that, but he isn’t speaking. Someone is listening. But when the father complains once or twice more, someone can’t hold back any longer and says: But, Papa (Tato), you’re gone! You died, you’re gone, it’s over. It’s over, Tato.—
The father is stunned, surprised, takes a small step back, his chest collapses, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops slightly in a momentary breathless silence. Someone awakens and cries.
What is the meaning of that dream?
Saying goodbye makes us cry and someone misses their Dad and that’s ok.