"...pounding up against the stone and steel walls that I won't climb..."

[auntbijou]

The Practical Sister just called. She said I needed to come to Houston. Soon. Like... Saturday.

Turns out we both had dreams about my dad last night. She dreamed she kissed him goodbye.

I dreamed that he and I sat at the picnic table in their backyard, talking. And then he got up and said, "I have to go now."

And I said, "What, now?"

And he smiled sadly, touched my hand, and said, "Well, not right now... but soon."

So... I'm going to Houston on Saturday.

*sigh*