"And Remember Our Faded Love"

Dreams are very fascinating things. Some look at dreams as just colors and shapes that we put together to create a vision in our sleep. Others, like myself, look at them as our subconscious trying to tell us something or even ways for lost loved ones to communicate. Valentine's Day is just around the corner, so naturally all the single ladies....and fellas....begin to ponder if this year will be magically different than the last. Lately, I have been looking at myself and wondering what about me makes finding a compatible person to be with so difficult? Not throwing a pity party or anything, just a thought that has been on my mind. Then last night, I had a dream that I was getting married. Good dream to have, right? Well it turns out that the man I was marrying, I wasn't all that sure about. I don't know what the man looked like or what his name was, I just know that I was getting married and everyone was ecstatic. Except for myself. For some reason that I couldn't figure out, I was very unhappy, sad in fact. Then all of a sudden I was at the old house I used to live in with my grandparents. I haven't been in that house for quite a while. I then feel a tap on my shoulder and when I turn around, I see my Papa. I immediately burst into tears, not of sadness, but of joy. He looked at me and smiled the way he always did when I was near him when he was alive. He took my hand and asked me why I was so upset and I told him that I was getting married to man that I didn't know if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He asked me to tell him about this man and I simply said I don't know. We walked into the house and just being in there with him made me cry even more. He started telling me that I need to wait my turn. He told me that there is someone out there for me, but that I need to wait for him and not just settle because I deserve someone who would treat me like a princess. Papa then said, "You're my princess." I then asked him if he was okay where he was now and all he did was smile, squeeze my hand and said "I love you." I woke up and to my surprise there were tears running down my face. I've had a few dreams with my Papa, but this one felt so very real. He was so youthful, so alive and so happy. He is my dad. He loved me and my sister unconditionally like he loved his own daughters. The end of my dream was him letting me know that he is okay and that he sees my pain, my sorrows but also my happiness and joy. He may not be here physically, but I feel him watching over me every day. As I write this post, I felt it appropriate to listen to Patsy Cline since Papa and I share that love for her. One verse keeps standing out to me and I feel like it's the best way to end this post. I miss you Papa, I can only hope that I find someone who loves me as much as you do. "I miss you darlin', more and more everyday. As heaven would miss the stars above. With every heart beat, I still think of you and remember our faded love."