The other month I dreamt -
I'm groggy, and I hold my father's hand lightly, then he shuffles away. I know he's sick.
Then, the next day I wake up, only to discover that he died during the night.
The rest of the family was away and I was supposed to take care of him, but I wasn't even with him when he died.
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