Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Last night was one filled with odd dreams. My Mom and Dad were still living and we were working on projects around Prairie House. Both were vibrant and healthy. Then Mom just disappeared, but Dad and I continued to do things here. (I have been recently missing my Dad and thinking how much simpler things would be if he was still here to help me.) The dream ended with Dad having a heart attack. I watched him turn ashen and die. It was a frightening dream. Upon becoming fully awake, I realized that he died 5 years ago yesterday. Funny how the mind works when it is unfettered. I miss my Mom and Dad daily, but am very grateful for all they taught me and the love they gave me when they were alive. Thanks, Mom and Dad.