I had a dream in it my dad died and was gone. I thought it was just because I was really anxious about singing that I dismissed the thought.
Though I did ask my mom frantically where my dad was, she responded with him having already gone to church, it was Father's Day.
Singing actually went well, I forgot my dream....
When Kathy invited me over (for my job) I accepted because both Kathy and my mom said I could spend time with dad later and he was taking a nap anyway.
We were joking around laughing and playing cards when the fone rang telling us that mom would be down in fifteen with the pizza (specially bought from papa Murphy's) though the fone rang 3 minutes later. I had déjà vu, I remembered my dream. Kathy said I know this might come as a shock to you but I have something really important to tell you it's really serious. I look at her saddened face and ask dad's dead isn't he?
Kathy confirms my beliefs telling that they called 911...
The rest of what happened I either don't remember or don't feel like saying right now so yeah one hell of a Father's Day.
