On November 2, 2009, my father, Howard Lewis Shorr, passed away suddenly leaving us all deeply saddened and shocked. My writings here are to help me process and deal with his passing. Thank you for reading!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

More than a Dream

Every year my Shorr cousins, my sisters and I get together for what we call "Cousin's Weekend". We've been doing it for a handful of years, but each year they get better and better. As we all have gotten older, we've grown closer. During this past Cousin's Weekend, something happened. It was different than past times together. We spent over 36 hours together. Aside from the few hours we slept, we talked the entire time. We got political, philosophical, emotional, spiritual and downright comical. The levels of our relationships and our support for one another got taken to the next level. We all felt it. 'It' is what it is all about. It is what unconditional love and support for one another feels like. It was enlightening.

It was how things used to be when we were growing up, when we were young and innocent and didn't really know any better. The Shorrs weren't and still aren't the Cleavers. Every family has something and ours isn't to be excluded. That is the reason we are all so grateful to have created strong positive bonds together. We want to make up for what was lacking between us all when we grew up and so far, its working. My Dad finally even came to me in a dream to tell me this.

You see, after my Dad passed away, I asked him to come to me in some way when he felt I was ready. I communicated to him that I felt it would be best to come to me in a dream rather than just appearing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night. I knew he would come to me when the time was right and that timing happened to be during the last night of my weekend with my cousin's and sisters.

The vivid dreams I used to have seemed to vanish after my Dad died. All weekend at the beach though, my dreams were back. I remember even commenting to the girls about this during one of our many chat sessions. My dream with my Dad was different than any other dream I've ever had though. I was lucid dreaming in fact, knowing that I was dreaming, and that what was happening was something I've been wanting to happen. It goes a little like this:

I was at a mall I've never been to before. I was alone. I was walking through the mall and passed an ice cream store. Outside of this store was a bench. On the bench sat three ladies eating ice cream. When I walked by them, they all looked at me. Right next to the ice cream store was a TV store. There were hundreds of TVs set up all throughout the store. Each one was set to a different channel. There was a HUGE TV set up in the window. I stopped when I walked by and watched part of a commercial that was on the TV in the window. I looked over at the ladies eating ice cream and then back to the screen again. When I looked back at the screen, I saw my father on TV, sitting in a chair all of way in the back of a random room. The room had a camera in it and the TV was just showing a live picture of this empty room with my Dad sitting in the back. He wasn't facing me, but was turned sideways. I immediately noticed his legs. They were as skinny as pencils. They were regular human legs with skin but they were literally as skinny as pencils. My Dad stayed seated and turned to face me. He wasn't wearing his hat or his glasses. His beard was in and was gray. He looked good, except for the abnormally skinny legs. He said hi to me and began talking. While he was talking to me, all I kept thinking was Holy shit! Dad has come to me. This is it. This is what I've asked for and here he is. I need to list, just like I asked. I couldn't recite a word he said but his message was clear. What me and my cousins were creating that weekend is what family is about. All of the recent silly drama that has been lingering about is not what it is about. He did tell me how he appreciates the week that Bube and Pop Pop got to spend with us. He knows how wonderful of a relationship we all have and he alluded to that giving him comfort. He got 'it' too! He came to let me know he's proud and happy. He was continuing to talk and for a split second, I turned my head away from the screen to look around. I wanted to see if anyone else around me saw him on TV. When I looked back at the TV, he was gone and the commercials were back.

I woke up instantly and shot out of bed. People can say what they want, but for me, I got what I asked for. He came to me and I welcomed it. The message was clear about family.. It made me even more grateful for my family and the good relationships we all have together. It was more than a dream to me, that's for sure.