I've been meaning to write this post for some time but I kept putting it off as I felt it was something sure to ruin my typically happy mood. But right now, surrounded by tons of people at work it's much easier to discuss than it would be at home alone with my thoughts.
A few months ago (I think it was in London but not 100% sure) I had the strangest dream.
It began with my aunt and I returning to a hotel room to pack for our return trip home. We had been on vacation, or so it seemed and we had had quite a bit of fun.We were both all smiles and laughing.
I pulled open the closet to begin packing our stuff when suddenly the feeling that my aunt didn't want to leave dawned on me. She was happy here and I felt that.
As I asked her if she was happy and if she wanted to stay and she said yes, I hugged her and I started to cry.
At this point I woke up and began thinking about my dream.
My aunt died back in October of 2008 and part of me wondered if this dream was her way of saying she was happy or maybe it was my mind's way of dealing with it.
I'd much rather believe it's the former and even if it is, it makes me happy to think she's okay but it still makes me sad regardless because sometimes I just want to talk to her, laugh with her, watch TV with her or just hug her and I can't.
1 comments:
That's so cool. I would like to think that it was your aunt. I'm not supersticious and I am semi-athiest, but I do think that it was your aunt.
p.s. I love the brace thing. I wonder what you look like with them on.
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