I had been talking about her just the other night and wished I would have a dream of her again soon. Shortly after she died I had several dreams of her. It feels amazing to hear her voice and see her again.
Sure enough, in my dream last night I found us taking an art class together. She's an amazing artist. I thought it was funny that here we were, sitting at two blank canvases together. She told me that she would come to me in my dreams to help me begin therapy to heal me since she's passed, and that she would teach me. I asked, "What do you mean? What will you teach me?"
And as she started to tell me, I was jolted awake by the sound of my Grandfather's emergency button being activated. He wears an alert bracelet with a button he can press in the event of an emergency to call for help. This has only happened once before in July, when I arrived home to ambulances flashing outside of my house. A moment of pure panic. I yelled, woke up Wayne, bolted out of bed, burst out the door... to silence. The alarm wasn't going off. Gido was fine. He was sleeping. If anything the only sound I could hear was his snoring.
I dreamed up the emergency alarm too.
What will she teach me?!!!
My last letter from her - A quote from Storybook People
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