Sorry about your father. Just read your last post, a poem to him for his birthday. Lovely one. I lost mine when I was six. I remember I used to have dreams about him when kid, but strange thing is almost always, in my dreams he had a mark in the mouth, like he drank something yellow and spilled a little in the corner of the mouth. Years later talking with my sis she said she had dreams of him with that strange mark too. I hadn't have a dream about him in a long time though.