You know it's bad when...

you have a dream that Dad'll come Home. That's what happened last night. It was the best dream ever. I dreamed that I met Dad at random, and he was coming Home - he was on his way. I was sooo happy in the dream; I had an amazing warm, happy feeling. A feeling like - LOVE. And then I woke up, and remembered that it's not real, and he'll be back tomorrow. Which I'm exited about! But having him right there for a while was nice too. Please COME HOME DAD!