I woke up feeling awful and sad this morning, almost ready to cry because in my dream I was speaking to a man, who I later realised was a father whose son had died, who (the son) I then found was an old friend of mine. Now, in all likelihood this friend is currently living in some wonderful place on the globe with at least 5 bonny kids and a wonderful wife, at least I hope so because I am not in touch with him.
But dreams are a weird mix of thoughts and emotions, and I was left wondering what that very dear something from the past, that died?
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