I had a brief dream about Andrew last night. I don't remember much except he and I were walking down the street hand in hand. We stopped to talk to some folks and I was introducing them to my son. I think he was about 9 or 10 years old in last nights dream. He and I had very good times together when he was about that age. We went everywhere and had some great adventures together.
I woke up while dreaming of him and I prayed and prayed for him to come back to me in the dream when I went back to sleep....sleep didn't come. I was awake for over an hour.
But for a little while things seemed normal - like the old days - and I was happy.
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I think of you often, Cara.
It bugs me when people use the word 'closure'. It's psycho-babble if you ask me. A loss is a loss and there's no 'closure'. Whatever that means.
{{{{Cara}}}}****
Like it's not going to still be a huge loss?
Thanks Mary - it means the world to me that you still drop by. I have not had the time or energy to write lately and I miss it. But you are right - there is no such thing as closure. You learn to weave it into your life and tuck in the raw edges so they don't scratch your heart but there is no such thing as closure.
So well said.....
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