Last night, I dreamt about Keith Ashley for the first time since he passed away. In my dream, he was this usual silent kid, who smiled at me when I called him. I hugged him from his back, and asked if I could kiss him. He didn't say a word, he just moved his face towards me and I kissed him on his lips- which I usually do to all the kids in the house. Then I hugged him again. And that was it, short but sweet.
That dream left me crying my eyes out as early as 6am- until now in fact. Tears never seem to run dry. And that dream made me miss him even more- his footsteps, the way he walks, the way he speaks- everything! I want to dream about him every night, but I don't know if it will make things better or worse. I just want to see him again- alive and happy.
Keith was looking forward to today because it is their school's field trip. He was looking forward to seeing Jose Rizal's home in Calamba, Laguna. :(