Good To See You!
My dad showed up in my dreams last night.
It was so nice to hang out with him and Nolan.
He was his smiling, happy self. He had on a dark blue polo shirt that looked great, and when I woke I smiled because I don't think he ever had that shirt in real life. My brain (or whatever else controls my dreams) essentially created a *new* memory of my dad for me in my sleep.
How cool is that?