Oh, truth. I still have thoughts of my dad and used to sit up in the middle of the night for a moment, wondering which truth was real.
Was he gone or was he here.
Truth.
I am so sorry for your loss. Truly. xo
!tip
Oh, truth. I still have thoughts of my dad and used to sit up in the middle of the night for a moment, wondering which truth was real.
Was he gone or was he here.
Truth.
I am so sorry for your loss. Truly. xo
!tip
Several folks have talked about how difficult dreaming of a deceased loved one is. I've been spared that horror. Thanks for the tip, you. I'm going to have to figure out how to do that, it gives a much more warm and fuzzy than my nearly worthless 100% upvote.