The dreams are more clear now.
I could feel his elbow in my hand as I helped him exit the vehicle.
It was sunny, the wind was blowing, a regular Maine day. It has been a few months now, but seems like yesterday.
His voice, so calm.
“It’s chilly today, Stephie.”
“I know, daddy. We’ll just be a minute.”
I’m not sure what we were doing in that cemetery – he was cremated. He was wearing only his hospital gown.
I woke crying. And the next day, I met a man, his name – Elmer. That was my dad’s name.