I wanted to write this down so I never forget.
Last night I was so determined to do my 5am morning run. When I woke up this morning I was getting ready to go, but something was just telling me "it's fine, go back to bed." It was weird.
I went back to sleep and then I had a very realistic dream. I was on a bus, I don't know what kind of bus, but it wasn't the metro. It seemed like a charter bus of some sort. I was smoking weed, which is really weird because I never smoke except on the occasional times I've tried it and hated it. I turned to my seat next to me and there he was, just smiling. Son was sitting next to me, smiling and I smiled back. I reached over to hold his hand and tried to bring him in for a hug and then I woke up... I started balling like a freakin' baby because I didn't get to hug him. I tried going back to sleep but that was it. He wasn't there anymore...
I've been sitting here all morning just thinking about him. That dream was very short but it made my day and gave me a lot of closure. I have been waiting to see him again since the day he left May 27th, 2012. So happy that I got to see his smile again.
Thank you for the visit, Son. I know I will see you again!
