A Special Dream

Last night, or actually this morning, I had a dream.  I don't usually remember my dreams, and if I do, they are often of the incoherent variety.  But this one was different.  I was at school working with some children in the library.  I was aware that my parents were coming to see us, and that they would be at home when I got there.  All of a sudden, the two of them walked into the library, all smiles, to surprise me at work.  They were much like they are in this picture--lively and quite healthy, having driven from Kansas, of course.  I gasped, ran to them, and burst out crying (something I am not prone to do easily) as I embraced my mom.  The dream ended suddenly then before I could also hug my dad.  

I woke up with such a realization of how much I miss them!  That isn't something I think about during the moments of the day, though they often come to my memory for one reason or another.  My mom died a little over a year ago now and my dad about 12 years ago.  Their presence in some form or another of influence, love, and prayerful concern though will always be with me.