My First Dream Since He Died
It's been a month since he died. I can't remember dreaming since. Last night was the first dream I can recall and it was a doozy. I dreamed that the whole experience, his death, the way he died...it was all a dream. Mike was laughing at me for being so hysterical. (Which is so him btw) he said "I didn't go anywhere. I'm right here!" I woke up rolled over and there was someone next to me. For a split second I though it was all a dream! I looked closer. It was my 14 year old son. I got out of bed made a cup of coffee and had my morning cry. I think I'd rather not dream at all.
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