dreams

I am a big believer that people you love that have passed away come to you in your dreams to say their goodbye's.

After Jason died I had dream after dream about him for a year. It seemed like I could never catch him to tell him what I needed to say. Then one night I actually realized I was in a dream and probably didn't have much time so I grabbed his arms, looked him right in the face and told him I loved him. Then I woke up and the dreams stopped. I had finally got to say my peace.

Guess who came to see me last night?

Will.

I am so happy writing this because I got to say goodbye. I don't remember what I said, but he started crying because I had hurt his feelings. He got up and tried to walk out the door but I blocked him from leaving. I told him that I was sorry for hurting his feelings and asked him for a hug.

As soon as he starting hugging me I realized I was in a dream and I started crying and I kept saying "I can't believe I get to hug you again". Thinking of it now makes me want to cry. I wish maybe I would have said something different to him, but at least he showed up and I got that last hug.