I woke up this morning realizing that I had been hearing Dad's voice in my dream. I could hear him clearly...he was telling me that he was making soup. It was so good to hear his voice again. When I woke up I realized right away that I had this dream. I felt comforted.
Therapy yesterday...still struggling with the ups and downs of being Mom's assistant. Also talked about how much I miss Dad and wish I could talk to him. Voila..he talked to me and I felt comforted.
Just back from a week on vacation in California. I enjoyed everything we did, but felt oddly flat for most of the trip. My therapist says this is what grieving feels like to a person. It is a strange out of body feeling.
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