My heart is still broken. I woke up the other morning after dreaming about Dad again. As with my other dreams, he was there talking to me - and then I'd realize he is dead, and he'd be out of reach. This last dream he was across a river and I couldn't find a way across to him. It still seems unbelievable that he is gone. In some ways the pain is more acute now that the reality that he's gone is really sinking in.
Noah woke up before me and called out from another room while I was surfacing "Dad, who is Ian Beaton?" I explained that Dad's name was Ian before it was Roderick. Noah was flipping through a photo album that Dad had looked through and made sticky notes in the last time he was here. He never told us and left the sticky notes for us to discover after he left.
Here are all of his sticky notes from the album.
Jacob
