My Star

In the night of death, hope sees a star,
and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.  ~Robert Ingersoll

It’s been a good day today… a very good day and I think it’s because I had a visit last night from Dad.  I only saw his face for a second and only heard a few words, but his face and words told me he was happy.  Dad’s been gone a year and a half now and this was the first time I’ve ever dreamed about him.  My whole outlook as been better today… isn’t it something how a few seconds of a dream can make you feel good.  Maybe it was the ‘rustle of a wing’ knowing that I really needed something and I can’t think of a better gift than that short visit.