Dreams with my Father

My father passed away on September 9, 2011. It was a long slog for him and I miss him. Now I only have memories and pictures, but the other night, I had the third element, a dream. While my sister and mother have already spoken with my dad in their dreams, I had not until the morning of November 1, All Saints Day. In my dream, my dad had returned from the dead and I asked him "Why are you back?" and he said, "Well I need to get this tumour checked out. so you need to drive me to the doctor's to get it checked out." I spent a lot of time driving him to his appointments in the last year, and this was no real surprise request. In fact, I was happy to drive him in my dream. When we arrived at UCLA Medical Center, he got out of the car and started walking, and I said, "Dad why don't you ride in the wheelchair, I will push you." And he said, I can walk, but if you want to push me, that is fine. So he sat down in the chair, with me moving the footrests out of the way like I always did. It was like it was actually happening. When I wheeled him into the elevator, my sister Joyce appeared with a watch in a ziploc bag. The watch was in pieces. Joyce asked my dad to fix it, and she handed him the bag. In real life, my dad enjoyed repairing things. IN the dream, he said. What is this watch? A Becker Guchi? This watch is garbage." Then, I realized that I was wearing my dad's Panerai that was given to me by my mother after my dad died. Feeling guilty wearing the watch that he wore everyday, I took it off my wrist and handed it back to him, saying, "Dad, here is your watch back, you can have it back now that you are here again." And he said, "You need to take care of the watch, the screws on the side are loose, you need to tighten them up." And I said, "no dad, they are fine." And he said, no they are loose, and he proceeded to take the watch from me and pulled out the screwdriver built specifically for that watch and he tightened down the screws and gave the watch back to me. That is all I can remember about my dream with my father, but I am very happy that it was a good dream. I miss you dad, and thanks for visiting on All Saints Day. Love your son, John