Sometimes my writing reads more like entries in a diary. They start with the hard facts to process and then the heart takes over and bleeds on paper. The thing about diary writing is they never resolve. There is never a neat and tidy ending because you don’t know the ending. You are living in the moment at that very moment. The only resolve is closing it up and having a good cry.
September 6, 2013
I woke from a dream this morning. And I’ve been trying to figure it out ever since.
In my dream Dad was alive. But strangely, I and everyone else in the dream knew he had passed away—He was the only one who didn’t know the truth.
And yet, even though I knew the truth—I was the only one in the dream who saw him. I was the only one who spent time with him and talked with him. I lived out what he believed was true. And I never told him the truth of his existence. I never told him he had already died.
And so I savored the moments with him. We spent time together sitting outside on a wood decking in the evening, and well…deciding where inside the house to put a large heavy piece of furniture he just bought. (yes, that was actually normal for us)
The truth is—I liked it. I liked saying, “No, Dad, it’s going to be too big to go in the other room.” And then after it was moved and he noticed it was nearly touching the ceiling, I said, “Dad, that’s what I was trying to tell you before.”
That was normal for us. It was a regular scene out of the ordinary lives of me and Dad. But in the dream I knew…the truth. But he was clueless. And I wasn’t about to let him know. Why would I? I liked Dad close to me. I felt safe in this normal and familiar scene.
The dream scene changed. I’m now standing in another house without Dad. Those closest to him were nervous around me. It was as if they had news to share, but didn’t know how to say it. It was then that I looked around and saw the house was almost empty and boxes were packed.
And then it hit me.
They were moving—literally moving to another continent. And they wanted to pack light. They were getting rid of Dad’s things—it was too much to pack and take with them on their journey.
“Do you want these?” I looked at the large heavy books in question. I guessed they must have belonged to Dad, but I didn’t recognize them. “Yes. I’ll take them.”
I was then led to a spare room of Dad’s things and asked again if I wanted what was inside. The room was filled with opens drawers and boxes of…junk. Things that didn’t seem connected to Dad at all. But I feverishly packed everything up. I didn’t want anything of Dad’s at risk of being dumped or trashed. I wanted whatever was his. I wanted to hold on to anything and everything.
God speaks in dreams. He takes the deep sleeping moments of a vulnerable spirit to share insights and revelation about our lives. I know this. But what did all this mean?
I’m scared of what that revelation may mean for me in my grief journey.
Thinking back to the dream, I was hung up on one thing. I couldn’t understand why I was the only who could see Dad in the dream.
[Breathe. I’m talking to myself—because I’m writing this in real time. Breathe …because revelation is about to hit. And it’s going to hit hard.]
I think the others never saw Dad because they had let go and moved on. They made peace with their new lives without him.
But for me he was still here. I was talking and walking and planning and doing life with him. He didn’t know he had died because I hadn’t let him.
And I don’t want to.
I won’t let him die.
And if this is some sort of God’s wicked way of telling me to move on.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
God please don’t make me.
Don’t make me let go.
Don’t make me be brave and say good-bye all over again.
I don’t want to be brave. Not today. Not on this. Not ever.
No doubt God will reveal more, but for now my only resolve is to close up this diary and have a good cry.
Laura Krämer is a beloved daughter of Mike Suchey, a wife and mommy of two boys. She chooses to be vulnerable with her soul journey with hope of others finding healing in God. You can visit her blog at http://laurakramerministries.wordpress.com