A few days ago I had a dream, it was a little of a Dr who dream, except it was my Dad and he had a key to a tardis like something, but it was the key to the shop! My dad wasn't very much like Dr Who, but when I was a kid I remember people calling him "Doc" all the time, he was a Doctor, a PhD in range and forestry sciences. Somehow all the Dr Who watching with my kid, fez and Bowties are cool, Making Fez, working on the shop all coming together in my mind shaped like the episode where Rose tries to prevent her father's death, causes changes in the timeline, bringing monsters when and the Dr calls her stupid monkey, and there is the key. The Key. My key. My Dad giving me the key to the tardis and it is up to me to start it up. And it is much bigger on the Inside.
It feels like as much of an approval as I could ever hope to get from my Dad. Wherever he is, I believe he is proud of me.
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