I had a sweet dream last night and I think I know where it came from….Harper Lee died last Friday, on my birthday. I had purchased her second novel ,”Go Set a Watchman”, a sequel to her Pulitzer Prize winning novel “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I started reading it this week. It begins with the now-adult Scout, now being referred to by her given name of Jean Louise, traveling back to her hometown and anticipating the reception by her faithful Father, who always met her at the train station or airport. He’s grown old and crippled with rheumatoid arthritis and she has chosen train travel because it is easier for him to come there than to the airport over an hour and a half away. Harper Lee’s way of sharing with readers the protagonists’ thoughts and actions make Jean Louise such a real, believable character, just as her childhood incarnation as “Scout” was. You’ll have to read the book to discover how the reunion with her Father played out. But in my dream I, too, was going to see my Father. It was a very brief dream. I was aware of traveling to him. Then the dream ended as I arrived to find him sitting in a straight back dining room chair in his blue windbreaker jacket, with his cane in his hand. He smiled as he began to rise from his chair……it seemed clear that he’d been waiting for me. It made me smile. (From 2/25/2016)
This was the second time since his death on August 6, 2013, that I have dreamed about Daddy. The last time I heard his voice call my name. So precious.