When I woke, I felt as if I’d had a restless night. Then, I remembered the dream. John wasn’t in this dream… just a good friend and co-worker of his.
In the dream I saw a person, who had been a great friend of John’s. I’d been in contact with him quite frequently when John was sick, but I haven’t seen or heard from him for a few years. Haven’t seen much of anybody since John died.
In the dream, I see John’s friend across a crowded event outdoors. I see him and get a big smile on my face because it’s been years and I’m just so glad to see him. Our eyes lock. I make my way closer and when I’m up to him, I’m grinning from ear to ear. I reach out to give him a hug… it’s been so long and I’m just very glad to see him. I’m really looking forward to catching up. Then as I reach out to hug him, he pushes me… not only away, but down. I end up on the ground and he disappears without a glance back.
And that’s the dream. Pushed away… rejected… no wonder I woke up feeling like I’d gotten no sleep.
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 
Oh, Mary. *hugs* I am so sorry it seems as though they all just left you. I think of you guys so often. You are such a strong woman and a great example for your son.