I dreamt of my dad two nights ago, or perhaps
yesterday morning. Dreams, after all, at times come at the end of our sleep, so
that must have been yesterday dawn time...
In my dream, he was at a small warung at Benoa,
so happened to be where we scattered his ashes last December. He was smiling at me. He said hi, and his voice was clear to me; it was indeed his
voice. His humble voice after understanding his mistakes, after learning more
about spirituality. He looked sad, as if he was sad to say goodbye, but he knew
he needed to go. He had to go to the other dimension for his growth.
And why did Dad have to go to another dimension?
Because he passed away late last year, 25 November 2014 at about 15:30
Queensland time. Yes, it was a difficult time for me... but it was relieving as
well, knowing that he is now free from pain. Knowing that he is now in peace,
albeit a bit sad to leave me, my sister etc. behind.
I’ve thought about posting a eulogy for him
after the cremation, which was conducted in Bali on 3 December 2014. I had
planned to read the eulogy to the audience during the cremation. But it never
happened; it was not in the Balinese tradition to read a eulogy. Too bad, cos I
think it would add a layer of personality to the whole tradition. Since then, I had been meaning to post my
eulogy in my blog. I just never made time. The dream tho, seems to suggest that
I really should.
