My dreams have been a weird place lately. They are mostly really happy, and a nice escape from the overwhelming amount of sadness I've been feeling for the last few weeks. But sometimes I dream that Mark is still alive, and while it's happy in my dreams, it's sad again when I wake up and have to remind myself that Mark is really gone and that my life will never be the same. Last night, I must have been dreaming of Mark again because when I woke up, I was calling Pat by Mark's name. It was really weird. I quickly realized I had been dreaming and we both went back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up to Pat breathing really heavily. I let it go for a while, but when the breathing got even more intense and Pat was almost trying to yell something and was sounding out the letter F, I decided I should wake him up in case he was also having a bad dream. When I got him to wake up, I asked him right away what he was dreaming about. I'm not sure what I was expecting, ma...
It's crazy but it's fun. It's imperfect but it's thoughtful. This is my life as I know it.