I dream of you often.
You come into my life as suddenly as you left it, & after I am over my shock & surprise at finding you alive, we have such a great visit. "I thought you were dead!" I exclaim. You scoff. We talk of nothing & everything. We laugh. We gossip. We hug.
It is such a relief, in my dream, to know that I was mistaken, that you are not dead; that you have just been away; that I have had a weird dream that convinced me you were gone. I am thrilled to see you, to hear your laugh, to touch you, to know that your 3 daughters & 2 grandsons are not without you in their lives.
After we catch up, you carry on your merry way, saying "See ya!" "See you soon," I echo, a feeling of peace flowing over me.
Such a feeling of peace.
I wake up to find it's been just a dream ~ that your death is the reality & this dream has been a cruel hoax.
Each time, it's like losing you all over again.
I like to believe that you are visiting me. You were a believer in many things: psychics & the afterlife, visitations & hauntings. Why can't I believe in you?
If it is you, please don't stop. Your visit is worth the pain.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
3 Years
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Dreams do play such tricks on us.
My mother frequently visits me in mine & we seem to inter act, and I regularly wake @ night thinking I can hear her calling out for me.
Blue
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I love it when I get a visit from them. All of them. The horses, the dogs, my family. I cry when I wake up though, I want to stay sleeping. I want it to never end....but I still wake up.
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