Any time I have a dream I can remember one of my parents were in it in some way or another. Last night I dreamed that my nephew, Michael, found a photo collage of mommy and I, meeting Michael Crawford. You know, the hunky guy that played Phantom?
Needless to say, that wasn't a real thing, but I could see those photos in my head, like they really existed. I could see mommy and I standing with Michael. Again, it never happened, but I think there was a time when we both wished it would have.
At least part of me knows why my head is coming up with these things. Yesterday I was desperate to listen to music, but as I went to Youtube to find something, because I don't keep much music on my computer anymore, all I could find were videos of artists mommy and I listened to on Pandora and I ❤ Radio in her last year. I just can't listen to that anymore, as much as I love it. It makes me cry, and I am so sick of crying. I do it most every day for some reason or another relating back to mommy.
I miss her so very much.
Poetry Sunday
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Itchy
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1 comments:
Maybe you have to be all cried out for it to stop. From my own experience it never totally stops, but maybe you can look at your dreams as an opportunity for a visit that isn't otherwise possible. My dad still gives me advice on occasion and he has been gone for nearly 13 years. Virtual hug sent your way.
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