I dreamt that I was sitting next to my father at a large table full of family and friends. The mood was cheerful. My father was quite old and rather quiet. I was teasing him a bit, and everyone laughed. But then I noticed that my teasing hurt him a little. At that point I kind of decided to show him my love somewhat more openly for the rest of his days. I pulled my chair closer to his and leaned on him. “You’re my daddy,” I told him gently, “and I love you very much.” These words brought tears to my eyes, and I woke up crying. It took me a while to calm down. Of course, my father has been dead more than ten years already.