What happens next?
Today I want to tell you about a dream I had.
It was shortly after we lost our daughter. I was hanging on, but could feel my strength slowly ebbing and was not sure how much longer I could go on. Then I had the dream. It was the most real dream I have ever had, complete with touch and smell.
I was walking along but cannot remember where it was - I can only remember feeling that it was a wonderful place. Then I saw my daughter. She walked towards me and said "Look at this place, isn't it great?"
Then we were not alone. We were joined by a couple of old friends of mine who had also died too young, and some dogs that I had owned when I was younger. I hugged my friends, patted the dogs (I can still feel their fur) and then woke up.
Now I am not claiming that what I saw was real. Part of me says it was a desperate ploy by my brain to stop me going over the edge. Whatever it was, it marked a turning point for me, put me back on track so that I could continue, to help the rest of the family through.
I hope it was real, though. One day I hope to return.