Last night I was miserable.
Sick. Tired. Feeling like death warmed over.
I lay in my bed, whispering to Mark, over and over and over… “Come visit me, I need you, I love you, I miss you”
I don’t remember my dreams. I don’t remember any feeling of having been visited.
But I woke up at peace, I woke up happy.
Last night after everyone else had left, Kathy and I sat doing a few small crafty things, and a song came on.
Side note: I’d been playing music off my iPod all night. Several times, the sad songs that reminded me of Mark came on.
So we’re listening to Because You Loved Me (Celine Dion) and after comes on I Knew I Loved You (Savage Garden) and I’m like “HEY! Stop messing with my iPod Mark!!!”
Seriously – the iPod, on shuffle, played all of the songs that remind me of him, that I listen to when I’m sad and I want to focus on him.
And then after asking him to come visit me, I wake up in a good mood and bouncy…
I’m pretty sure he was with me last night.
Today is going to be a good day 🙂 I know it 🙂