He stares back at me

I dreamt last night of my father. He played on roller-skates, with grandchildren, more likely great grandchildren, yet to be born. It was a family get together, perhaps his birthday, or Father’s Day, coming four days from now. He wore his famous big smile. The one that makes everyone smile back. The children screamed with excitement and he laughed joyfully with them. Though older, he was not fragile, but had the vigor of his youth. Like in the picture that stares back at me. Family, friends and coworkers always spoke highly of him. Their comments and praise made me proud to be his son. I hope that he knew and felt that. A farm boy from a small town, not rich or famous, but kind and generous. He never met a stranger, nor refuse someone in need. His work ethic that was matched by few. I wish I knew the reason / meaning of the dream. I think about my children, and grandchildren, wonder how they will think of me? My hope would be, similar to mine of the man in the picture, that stares back at me.