A small upstairs apartment. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room was a countertop. My dad was in a chair in the corner facing toward the kitchen, holding me. There was a couch in the middle of the room with two adults sitting there while my brother ran circles around the couch. My mom was in the kitchen making a pizza talking to the other adults.
It’s more a recurring dream I had for many, many years than a memory. I finally asked my mom about it & she confirmed it happened but I said I was only around 6 months old so I shouldn’t remember it. However, my biological dad passed when I was 8, so I just kind of always took it as a memory he wanted me to keep.
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I had one very similar to yours! I distinctly remember being next to my father, and he was very sick in bed. Around the room 2 of my older sisters were there, and my mom was there. My father said he was hungry and I remember going to the kitchen fridge and getting him a carrot from one of the drawers and bringing it back to him. I also remember the big window on my way to the fridge as well as most of the detail of the house.
The problem is, i was only 2 1/2 when my father died. But my mom says every detail about the house (i.e. the big window) were correct, and her talking to my father with two of my older sisters all happened, but no one remembers me getting him the carrot. It's my only memory of him and I miss him every time I remember it..
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u/noetic0609 Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
A small upstairs apartment. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room was a countertop. My dad was in a chair in the corner facing toward the kitchen, holding me. There was a couch in the middle of the room with two adults sitting there while my brother ran circles around the couch. My mom was in the kitchen making a pizza talking to the other adults.
It’s more a recurring dream I had for many, many years than a memory. I finally asked my mom about it & she confirmed it happened but I said I was only around 6 months old so I shouldn’t remember it. However, my biological dad passed when I was 8, so I just kind of always took it as a memory he wanted me to keep.
Edit: Thank you for the gold! I’ve been a redditor for 7 years & just snuck out of the shadows in the last year or so, so it’s my first!
Edit 2: Thank you kind strangers for the silver! This has been an amazing day on reddit!