Dad, in my garden

I was sitting in my family room with my children, when I looked out my window to check to make sure the wind hadn't knocked down a blanket i had hung up to dry. Next to it, I thought I saw my Dad standing there in his pale blue shirt. Am I falling asleep.. Am I awake? Was it really him standing next to the blanket that had once covered him when he slept? In his warm burgandy and white fleecy blanket which now I cuddle into when I sleep.

I admit to feeling tired tonight. Tomorrow my son and I will be attending the Gordon Lightfoot event and most exciting af all, my brother will be unveiling his bust of Mr. Lightfoot.

My daughter who isn't feeling well, is pretending she will be going to the Ball tonight. And my son is watching The Temple of Doom. My husband is listening to a lecture. I should be writing an article tonight.