My father a man with dignity and grace, my mother a woman with compassion and honor. My parents were and always will be my role models until the day I die.
Today I dreamed of them, we were in what seemed to be a big restaurant, with bright lights and music playing and the waft of delicious food and chatter heard in every direction. A burst of laughter from my mother as my father told his favorite joke. The happiness I felt seeing them so close again made my eyes water, I smiled and tried to speak to them but no sound would be heard. I saw my father turn to me and begin to speak but I could not hear him at all, what was he trying to tell me? I heard a distant yelling and then I awoke to reality's grasp, its morning.