dreams come true.

Hello, I'm Sarah. I'm twelve.

On September 2nd, 2013 my father died. He had a heart attack and I never got to say goodbye. But oddly, I had a dream just a few weeks before of him dying. It wasn't exactly the same, in fact, it was quite scarier. I'm here to explain it. I'm not insane, I promise you.

now, I'll tell you about me and my fathers relationship so you don't think I had something against him.

me and my father were very close. my parents got divorced when I was in 3rd grade. but I would go back and forth between houses. my parents didn't fight as much when they got divorced. my dad didn't really want to divorce though. me and my father usually spent our time watching scary movies on the couch and eating ice creams. we liked going to the movies, drive-ins, sonic, and kings island. we had a lot of father and daughter time. i miss it.