When I was sixteen I had a dream about my father. It was the first dream of him since his death two years earlier. In the dream, I am returning home from school when I look up at the tree in my front yard and see my dad. I ask him why he left and where has he been. I decided to live here up in the trees. It’s quite beautiful and there are many other fathers to talk to, he said. I told him that I missed him more than anything in the world. I miss you too, he said, but I have watched you everyday. That was the last dream I have ever had where I saw my dad.