Theresa Caputo

Well, I wish I dreamt about him more.

Like I used to get angry at Kim.

Kim would be like.

I used to feel like that she would text our family group chat and be like, I saw dad and have this vivid dream.

And I would be like, oh, like death to Kimberly.

My dad wasn't very honest with how sick he was.

And now that I'm older and now that I have kids, I've realized, you know, especially being this man and like this Armenian, very macho, traditional man, how hard it was for probably my dad to accept that he's dying because he could beat everything else.

And then to leave his kids, I'm sure...

He couldn't muster up the words to say, this is terminal and I'm dying.

And so now that I'm older and I have that perspective, I give him so much more grace.

But I was very angry.

Like, why didn't you tell us the truth?

I'm talking to him.

I would be like, you knew this was terminal, but you told us you're going to be fine.

You have to do X, Y, and Z. But I would be like, you're a liar.

Like, after he died, I would say anything.

to the spirit world.

Like, I don't like that you lied to me.

I would have spent more time with you.

And so, yeah.