Day three since my husband's death... the day I am ready to start documenting my thoughts. Any thoughts. Random thoughts. Honest thoughts.
Monday, October 17, 2011
I saw his face.
I saw his face in my dreams last night. I was laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling and I just saw him. It felt so real that I had to think about whether or not it was a dream when I woke up. I'm not sure how to describe it. It was as though he was transparent and kind of fading in and out. All I could see was his face. And I don't think we communicated; we just looked at each other. He seemed peaceful.
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I can imagine, it must just be the best gift to have Matt's face show up in your dreams. Even if you can't remember it all, you can hold that dream in your heart, giving you a small bit of peace each time you get to see him. :)
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