The touch of your hand on my shoulder woke me -
"I'm going now, Honey".
I sat bolt upright and broke out in a sweat. It was a dream but oh, so real. I actually felt your hand.
(Years ago, I always had you wake me before you left for work on Fridays - my day off.)
All night long I had you back as years ago - one dream I vividly saw you coming from your workshop to the house - collar up against the storm. A project in progress in the house, lots of people and laughter. I was in my recliner, as usual, and you'd joke as you went by me - tools in hand - and then you'd laugh your laugh of yesterday.
It was nice to see the old you again with every detail so clear.
But in some ways I wish the dreams hadn't happened because I had forgotten your sweet laugh.
Now I want it back.
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Jean, I think of you every day. I have three friends here (2 women and 1 man) that are in your situation. Not an easy disease to deal with. You must look after you tho, so take time to do some things that give you peace and pleasure. I know that your gardening is part of that plan. I've ben out trying to make a dent in my gardening and all it does is give me sore knees. I guess I'll do a little bit each day. It is to be 23 here today so that will be nice. Take care:
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