I think I’ve only had one or two dreams about John since he passed away. Today, I was exhausted from being sick, yet again… and took a nap. During my nap, I dreamed about John.
He was here and I wanted to talk to him so badly… ask him all sorts of questions… Was he okay? Where exactly had he been? What was Heaven like? Could he stay for a while? Would everything be okay? I wanted to tell him everything about kiddo. I wanted to hug… I wanted to cuddle… I just wanted to spend time with him.
Instead he said he was tired. I let him be, like I’d learned to. I figured we could talk later.
I woke up to an empty bed. I tried to fall asleep, hoping the dream would continue. It didn’t.