Bumped into Fahim Uncle, one of Dad’s two lifelong best friends.
My father appeared in his dream last night. My father also appeared in my dream last night.
Fahim Uncle and I were in the hospital room together, holding my dad’s hands, as he passed away.
We never bump into each other. It was like something brought us together, in this time, in this moment, in this place.
. . . my dad passed away in December ’91, but we keep in touch.