He passed a few months before my son was born. He was so excited but never got to meet him. I’ve since had reoccurring dreams of sitting on the back porch having long talks about life. I would always be concerned about how he was but he wouldn’t say, he always only directed the conversation to my life. After awhile the dreams left the porch and we would be walking across a great plain out west somewhere. Still having conversations about me. More recently though, the dreams start with me and Dad, but at some point my Dad is no longer there, he is replaced by none other than President Trump. We walk and talk for long periods of time, still we never talk about him, his only concern is me, my life, my family and what I think of things. At the end of the dreams I hug him tight and beg him not to leave. He always reassures me that everything will be ok and that he must go. Usually I wake up sobbing in a puddle of tears. I know when Trumps term as President is over I’ll be pretty sad, and when his time is up here on earth I will probably weep and mourn him just like I did with Dad. I’ve never met Trump or seen him in person but I imagine it would be the same as in my dreams. I hope I do get to see him one day before this is all over. Anyway pedes, felt the need to tell someone. Thanks for listening.