Weird dream about Dad last night, and extremely vivid - one of the few dreams where I felt like it was actually happening. I think it was touched off by thespian's LJ entry yesterday.
I was in a hospital that felt more like a mall, and it was in a figure eight shape, two levels (I suppose like Christiana Mall in Delaware is, now that I think about it). Dad was there for some unknown reason and was stable or sleeping, so I decided to walk around. It was all dark polished woods, but still obviously a hospital. At some point over the sound system they announced he was going into surgery to have a lung removed, but I couldn't find my way back to his room so I found an empty room and fell asleep. When I woke up I started to realize he was gone, and just started sobbing that I wanted him back.
Then I actually woke up, feeling that same sadness. Feeling better today, though - I figure it's good I still think of the old man. :)