A few years ago, my father passed away, rather suddenly and unexpectedly. I think of him often, still, although my grief is much less acute than it was. But these last couple of weeks I've found myself thinking if dad much more often, and feeling rather emotional, almost teary-eyed. I've been dreaming about him, too. Somehow I think that this is tied to my unreasonable childish feelings of abandonment as T's holiday approaches. I don't want my feelings to be this unruly and illogical; my T is not my dad, I am quite clear on that. And I want to be able to handle T's vacation as an adult.
"And as long as I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony." (Susie Derkins, in Calvin and Hobbes)

Seriously, does this come across as completely weird? I guess I'll try to talk to T about it next week.