I had a dream the other night about my father. It was in the distant future. I was in my thirties, visiting my dad in a retirement/assisted living home. I guess I’ve been afraid recently because my dad has started to develop signs of Alzheimer’s or another form of dementia, and this dream scared me. I remember it quite vividly, and the entire fleeting glimpse just hit me straight in the chest with a weight of sorrow and loss. I don’t want to tell my mom or dad because it’s not something I want either of them to worry about right now, so I released the sadness through this short piece. While it is not one of my best pieces, I still hold it close because of the meaning it holds for me, and I hope you enjoy it as I do.