come back from Minnesota to make arrangements for our father's
cremation. One night I was sleeping and my father was in my
room - I don't remember what he had said but I do recall my
father being in my room - this dream was so vivid I could
smell the cigarette smoke emanating from my father's clothing
and skin. My father placed two of his fingers over his lips
to kiss them, then he placed his fingers to my lips, as to say
farewell one last time...he's still with me in my dreams...