My dad and I are having lunch in a bar/restaurant – sort of looks like a country club in Florida (big, sunny windows – a simple place). It’s a glorious time – him and me in a place we love.
The waiter brings a drink for dad, explaining that it came from a friend of his sitting at the bar. Dad gets up, walks over to greet his friend, shakes hands with him, has a good laugh, turns to come back over to our table. There’s a small step down. He steps down. Begins to fall. I think, “oh no, he’s falling…not again,” something to that effect. He falls. Then disintegrates – poof! He’s gone.
I wake up.
All is as it should be, I know. All love
Yoga with Ann Lapo 
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