Dad is alive

Or he was in my dream last night.  It's fading, but here's what happened:

We were at Grandma Lucille's at 354 Orlena (torn down years ago, sad).  Dad was there looking old-ish -- early 50s maybe, kind of grey -- and had some counselor or somebody with him.  

I said, "Dad you look great, nice and thin."  But what I meant was, "I can see you haven't been drinking, your skin looks great."  His skin was always flaking off in big chunks because of alcohol-induced psoriasis.  Anytime he stopped drinking for a few days, his skin instantly improved dramatically.

He smiled wryly, because he knew what I meant.  He had finally come to terms that his drinking was killing him, and he wasn't indestructible.

The rest is hazy, but it was a really fun & positive dream.  I hope it means his essence/soul whatever still lives.

-sc