For as long as I could remember I was supposed to be a doctor. “What are you going to be when you grow up?” Even at an early age, I would answer the most common adult to child question with great confidence, “A doctor!” Of course, this answer would be received with proud grins, eyes and nods from any of the following: the Colonel, Rambo, an auntie, an uncle, Lola or Lolo or even from all these folks in the same room. Nonetheless, it was my dream or at least what I thought was my dream. Maybe because that’s what the Colonel did or maybe it was because I wore her doctor’s coat as my Halloween costume for 3 years straight beaming with pride as I would glance down on the embroidered letters that spelled my name with the salutation, “M.D.” after it. Or maybe it was because my own Lola one day told me how great it would be for me to take after my mother and how proud she would be if her apo also became a doctor and how I would make everyone so proud. As a young child I had no idea what that meant, proud. But I figured, by the way their faces lit up with joy and hope that it must have been a good thing. And as a child, all you want to (more…)
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My dad would have been 61 today. He passed away 5 years ago on April 14th, 2004. He had a massive heart attack while walking our dog that morning. He wasn’t sick, he was just taken from us too soon.
I dreamt about my dad for the first time last night, the first time in just about 3 years. I don’t really dream much, or have dreams I remember I guess I should say, but this dream was so clear. I could Feel my dad there, I woke up feeling like I literally just saw him. I didn’t just dream of his image, I felt like I was actually dealing with him, interacting with him. (more…)