About a month ago I had a dream that I was walking down an old street I used to live on towards this park (that I’d never gone to, except to vote one year) and I was just sort of toodling along fiddling with my phone and when I looked up my dad was walking toward me and I just sort of stopped and looked at him and he kept walking until he was right in front of me and gave me a huge hug (he wasn’t a huge hugger when he was alive) and I just started crying and hugged him back for what seemed like years and then I woke up.