I dreamt of you last night. It doesn't happen very often, not nearly as often as I would like it to. This is only the 3rd or 4th time it's happened since you died.
You were younger in this dream, maybe 2 or 3. I don't remember much about it except that I was happy. You always made me smile when you were little, I was amazed at the things you would say or do. In the dream we were playing, talking, I was holding you. At the end I remember trying to hold onto you but you were struggling to get down; I was desperate to hold on to you.
Then there was this deep, sudden, searing pain because I realized I would never hear your voice again. It woke me up and I was back in the days right after you had died; that deep stabbing pain of loss. I was crying again but I didn't want to wake Eric. I just kept thinking "I miss your voice".
I miss you......
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