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Chrystal Ann Kaminski
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Explanation of content...
This journal consists of my daily functions, my musings and general thoughts. Read as you wish...

May 2007
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Chrystal Ann Kaminski [userpic]
A story...

In June of 2000, my father passed. My brother and I had just
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...


Emotion: creativecreative
Serenading me....: Jeffy and his dad bickering

..i don't think i know you.

Re: ?

No, you don't...but I read your journal and I thought you were very interesting and you sounded like a strong person, and so I added you :).

thats happened to my friend jessica, with her grandmother. happened to me once. with my dog. when she first died, i was sooo possitive i saw her standing in my bedroom. i blinked, and she was gone.

It is so nice when they come back, even if just for a moment.