That Dream
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. :(
What happened to your sweet little boy?
ReplyDeleteI had a similar experience. I lost my daughter
January 17, 2010. I was in so much pain I would
Pray to see her in my dreams. Finally after 4 months
I did and it was so real I didn't want to wake up.
And when I did I felt like I lost her all over again.
It was heartbreaking to say the least. My heart
Goes out to you. I understand your grief and
I send you lots of love and hugs. I'm so sorry
For your pain and may your beautiful baby boy
Rest in peace.
H, Yomara. Thank you for dropping by. He died from Dengue Haemorrhagic Fever. :(
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