I dreamed last night about Dad. Perhaps it was an alternate dream like when I am living in a different apt in the same city. So, an alternate Dad? Dad had written a book about his life. More things like that were in the old letter he wrote to Gma. Things he never told us about his childhood when we were growing up. He had highlighted passages in the book with different colors. He actually had taken the trouble to highlight entire pages and sections. Not just the lines or words. The time and attention to detail this took really got my attention. Don’t remember much else, but the dream was probably long or time seemed slower in it. I was able to remember it without being practicing and some hours later.
Of Mom’s past I have a fairly good idea. Over the years, I and the other grandkids have asked grandma and knew our parents growing up. We’ve been able to piece together well. Dad is a mystery. His environment was drastically different in location, culture, people, religion,..