I dreamed I was with Joanne last night; my mother-in-law. We were in a strange house and just chatting. I was talking about Marc. A subject that I could always interest her with. We were going over old papers and photographs and discussing them.
When all of the sudden, I stumbled on a document or photo that didn’t make sense; it must have contained something about the present becuz we lost Joanne in 2009. I looked at her and she seemed to know. She said, “this is when you’ll understand…and I can’t really be here.”
And she slowly disappeared. It was like, I had forgetten her death in my dream and we were just visiting. But once remembered, she was gone.
How can I not believe our loved ones don’t visit us in our dreams?