The Dream

I have been doing a bit better.

When I meet with my doctor for her to check my medication, she said she thinks that this birthday has been more difficult only because I wasn't expecting it to be difficult. She guessed that if I had expected that his birthday would be as difficult as it was last year, then it would have been "easier". But since I wasn't expecting the trial that it ended up being, it caught me off guard when it was a bit trying.

It makes sense. Perhaps that is true.

I had a dream last night.

I was going to one of the grief support groups I've attended. It almost looked like I was at a trade show. The place looked like an auditorium set up how trade shows are set up. Seats in rows. Booths to the right and left and behind the areas where people were gathering.

The leader of the mom's group I attend at times introduced me to a woman. She had just lost one of her children. She began to talk to me and tell me her story. She was so emotional and extremely sad. It was almost like I was in her memory seeing what she was saying. It was so strange. Suddenly she said that the child she lost was a twin.

I thought to myself how awful that was. How hard for her and that twin that survived.

Then I was out of her memory and back in the place where the meeting was going to be held. And I felt so sad for her.

Then I awakened thinking that I was glad that dream was over.

Evidentally I'm still processing this week.