Yet I Remember His Sweater

I dreamt of my Father whom passed 3 years ago, as I awoke , he was standing with his beige silk business slacks on In truth, it may have been not a dream but his ghost telling me something .. he was a fine looking man and this time with no illness, ~ yet I remember his sweater ~ over 15 years the last time I saw my Father , he called to tell me Grandma passed" His beautiful Mother, and he wanted me present at her Funeral processions. I was important to him and my Grandmother , as my children were too. His heart was broken as we all are not exempt from pain in our lives.. So his presence was much different then the last visit alive. ~ yet I remember his sweater ~ he was here to tell me something his face beautiful and luminance with a certain serenity he appeared just before I awoke in full form The beige pants, nice shoes, Italian, a white shirt underneath that sweater I remember the sweater being of a fine make, cashmere and purple.. I never wanted my Fathers money when he passed , just a sweater , his scent being refused to grieve with my siblings and blood , refused any little thing of his ~ yet I remember his sweater ~ I love you too Dad , Your youngest girl.