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This morning, one year since he died, I dreamed I saw my dad.  I was standing in front of crowded bleachers at a high school football game and I saw him walking toward me, looking for me.  I saw my mom and my wife sitting in the bleachers, knowing that they would soon see him also, and that my mom would be so happy. And I knew he wasn't really there, that I was dreaming, and that I have seen him many times before in dreams.  So I said, quietly, "There he is", and I just watched him for a while, getting closer.  Then I hugged him...and waited to wake up.