9 may. 2003
For about a year and a half after my father died, almost three years ago today, I had a persistent dream. I would be talking to my father, and then all of sudden start shouting at him: what are you doing here, you're supposed to be dead! The worst one was when I was talking to some University Adminstrators in Strong Hall (Kansas). I suddenly noticed that one of them was my father, but my father at about age 40 (my age at his death, and the age at which he became a university administrator).