Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://www.hbkcpa.com/consultants/james-dascenzo/ Ps1:The Lord will come; go out to meet him! He is the prince of peace.
I saw my Pop last night.
I know what you're thinking. PK has finally lost it, completely.
Poof. Right over the edge.
But I'm telling you. I saw him. I spoke with him. I hugged him. I did.
Again, I know you assume I'm bonkers, since we lost Dad at the end of February.
But last night, I had a dream that I was in my old house...the one in which I was reared by him and my Ma. Oh my sweet, selfless, beautiful, Ma. I wish I could do something to ease her hurt right now. #LoveYouMoreThanWordsMom
Anyway, you know the drill. Dreams don't really make a whole heap of sense.
For instance, Kim Kardashian West and her hubby Kanye were sitting outside on my front porch when I walked in to see my Pop. What in the??? Either way. I went in.
I yelled and yelled for him --which again is weird because my childhood home is relatively small; what was taking so long to get through it? Either way.
Eventually, he came walking out of the kitchen through the hallway into the living room.
"Pop!" I screamed as I started crying and threw my arms around him, nearly knocking us both over. "It's okay, it's okay; everything's alright," he said as I hung onto his neck like a little girl.
He kept walking forward, even though he was using crutches. Kim and Kanye smiled in front the big bay window in the front room...that's what we always called it when I was a child.
"I'm here. I'm here with you. I'm here," he kept repeating over and over.
And though I was devastated when I woke up and, after half a second, realized that alas, he's not here...it hit me.
He is here. Still. He is always with me.
And, even when I have those little grief attacks (like I did the day before my dream), I know, in my heart of hearts, he's here.
Now what'll really freak me out is if Kimye shows up outside anytime soon, Capisce? #HaveFaith #Pray #Peace