In the dream I wonder how "they" could have got something so wrong, and how it was discovered that Dad is not dead. The overwhelming emotions are relief that he is back and great sadness that I have to watch him die again.
I wonder what this dream means? I think that it might be because I feel that there were unresolved, unsaid things between us - more specifically from him to me.
A month or so before Dad died he was taken to hospital and I took that opportunity to give him a letter in which I told him what a wonderful childhood I had had, shared some memories with him and told him how much I loved him. I know he read this letter as my Stepmum told me, but he never mentioned it. Apart from saying to my sister and I "You are good girls" he never opened his heart to us before he went.
I hoped maybe he would leave us a letter but he didn't and I think this is the reason that I have this upsetting dream.
Apologies for being so solemn, I did think twice about sharing this but I want this blog to be *me* - completely not the edited version.
I do have something lighter to share with you though - another homemade bag:
OMG, it was a PIG to make!! I broke 12 needles as some of the layers were so thick and although my machine is pretty sturdy it did not want to play!!
I really like it now though, I just love the Cath Kidston print (and another CK tea towel label to make it look authentic!!)