He’s all around me lately.
I had several nightmares last week. In one of them, I watched him die again.
Why can’t I have a dream about him where we’re happy? Why do I have to watch him die over and over and over and over?
I wanted to talk to my Sexxy Chef about it, but this is his crazy season and he’s distracted with work. So I’ve left it… for now.
And then, last Saturday, I’m in bed. By myself. I can hear the Sexxy Chef out in the living room. I know my boys are in bed at the other end of the house and that there’s no one else in the house.
I’m curled up under my covers… reading…and suddenly… someone sits on my bed. There’s *no one* else around. I’m not gonna lie. I was a little freaked out. Because I’m not sure that it’s him. I mean… it must be. I don’t think I have any other spirits hanging around. So I closed my eyes… put my phone away… and said “Good night Mark.”
And went to sleep. Dreamless, peaceful sleep. First time in a week.
I see him, in the corner of my eye lately. I see him around me. I’m hoping it’s him. I don’t know for sure…but I’m hoping. I don’t feel like it’s another presence…but I’m not 100% sure it’s him, either.
I miss him. I miss his presence. I miss his smile, his laugh, his outlook on life. I miss the way he could calm me at a moment’s notice.
I appreciate that he’s come visiting… it makes me smile.
But could I have a happy dream please?