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This might be a rough time for many of you. Do what you feel you need to do to get through it. Remember, someone is here almost all the time to talk to you.
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Thursday will be my Gregs birthday, we have decided (my girls and I) to have dinner together that evening to acknowledge his bday even if he isn't here. He would be 64. thoughts????
Dear Diana, I was on antidepressants up until recently but weaned myself off because I don't like taking meds but after I was off of them I now remember all my dreams, Think the meds was making me sleep too heavy.
Mary Jane, I do remember your post about leaving your body, I too have had that experience, I don't remember what it was about but I do remember panicking when it started to happen and grabbing my mattress to keep me in bed, sounds crazy, it was after that I went on meds, it freaked me out, so not sure if it was a dream or not but my little grandson was sleeping with me and I kept looking at him to make sure I was alive, very scary
I haven,t been here a lot lately...upheaval in my usually sedate life..but DEBBIE....YES, I have had similar dreams. In mine, he is with me in the beginning of the dream, then either I leave, or HE leaves the place we are together, mostly I leave...and I can NEVER EVER find him again..no matter how hard and desperately I try...the room has disappeared,or the street isn,t the same...(OMG, I JUST STARTED CRYING AS I TYPE THIS..)
The dreams are all the same...the locations and situations differ, but the DESPARATION of not being with him anymore, unable to reach him when he WAS JUST THERE A MINUTE AGO..is horrible and heart breaking.
I haven,t dreamt that in awhile...and lately, he is occasionaly in my dreams..but just THERE...we don,t have any interaction...he is just one of a small or large group...those dreams are better.
I don,t know if you were here on this board when I had my experience of being TRANSPORTED to the front room, while taking a nap..and the door opened and he walked in and hugged me. But it wasn,t really a dream,cuz I KNEW I was really lying on my bed, I could feel the blankets,yet I was standing in the living room and he walked in. It is hard to explain,but I know it was a visit. It only happened once...I KNOW he came to say goodbye.
The closer I get to May the more I panic, the 2nd is Gregs birthday and the 12th is his d day. It seems to be even harder this year, I keep having different dreams about me trying to find him, always makes for a bad day when I awaken from them. Does anyone else experience dreams like this. As I start to prepare for the Easter holiday my focus is on my youngest grandson who is 5, that way I can keep busy on anything but the fact that Greg isn't here yet again. I have gotten to the point where I don't talk about my feelings anymore, I told my sister about my dreams and she says, Still? no one can possibly understand what we all go thru unless they too have gone thru this. well enough of my depressing rampage, its time to prepare dinner for my two grandsons. love to all and Happy Easter
Dear Chuck, I love to read your writings, always puts things into perspective to me
That was beautiful Chuck, as your writings always are. There are so many times I wish I could hear Rich's voice, "one more time", or to "tell me again" how much he loved me. We never ended a day or started a day without an I Love You. It has been 6-1/2 years since his voice was silenced and how I wish I had "one more time"...... Thank you Chuck!
Sorry for the clumsy dividing of the story in two parts mid-sentence!
TELL ME AGAIN
As you watch the still-bare trees go by through the car window the sun feels warm and relaxing on your face. Early spring can be a beautiful time when the weather is good. You wish you would be home this weekend cleaning up the yard and washing windows – doing all the things you most enjoy doing outdoors after such a cold winter. Suddenly you are snapped back from your reverie by his voice from the driver’s seat asking “What are you thinking? You need to keep a watch for our exit number because with this traffic I want to be in the right lane. I hate all these trucks – they block my view of the road signs!” “I think our exit is after this one coming up. I was just wishing we could use this weekend to work around the place at home. Tell me again why we’re doing this. I mean, it’s not like we have a good time or anything – mostly we end up working in the kitchen with the guys all weekend. We could stay home and do that!” He sighs and says it’s a bit late for this – we’re half-way there, and it was you who accepted anyway, so don’t complain to him. Besides, Jeff would be very disappointed if you didn’t go, and would probably hold it over your head for years to come. He’s right of course - Jeff looks forward to this visit every year, as do you. Even with all the work and drama, which varies from year to year depending on the invited guests, it gives you two a chance to really catch up on how life is with you both. The late night deep talks over the glass of wine when you can each open your souls and experience that uncommon bond you’ve shared since your teens are almost more a holy tradition than the Passover Seder you are travelling to attend. Your respective partners head off to bed leaving you sitting in the kitchen, the stacks of washed dishes drying on towels scattered on every available surface to be put away in the morning. You and Jeff look at each other every year and say “Well, here we are again.” Then he snaps his fingers with both hands and the years vanish like magic. Over fifty years ago, when you couldn’t stop crying over the fact that he was moving so far away and you would hardly see each other, Jeff said that we were always going to be in each other’s lives, and when we were together it would seem like the time apart was just a second – a snap of the finger. Now he does this each time you find yourselves alone together wherever you are, however happy or sad the occasion. You take the exit for the diner you have visited every year for lunch and see the familiar sign welcoming you to the Lenox Diner. Small, casual, populated always by locals and travelers alike, this has become a favorite place to rest and enjoy their excellent food. When asked where you’re heading, you say to visit friends for a special celebration. You both joke about how you will each gain 5 pounds this weekend from the constant eating, but it’s what people do for holidays. Jeff’s celebration of Passover is so very important to him – having no Jewish friends nor family around, his Seder table is made up of coworkers, neighbors, his partner’s always- bickering family, and those old friends who can travel for the weekend. You wonder what chores will greet you upon arrival – ironing tablecloths and peeling potatoes were last years jobs. There are always details Jeff has left to the last minute, and it’s
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