Guys I just had the most HORRIFIC Dream...

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That my husband Frank had died. He was gone and I received a phone

call that he had died. At first I was able to be strong and I knew

what I had to do. I kept telling myself that everything was going to

be okay. It was the weekend and my sister and her family was on their

way to visit her in-laws and I call her to tell her. I am being very

strong and saying that is how he would want me to be.

 

Then I am at this store with my husband and children, we ourselves

are on our way to South Carolina to Wateree where we are vacationing

on the lake for a week (we really are going there for vacation in

June). We are all stopped at this gas station and I get this drink,

but the top of the cup is all messed up and broken and I remember

thinking that it didn't matter anymore because my husband is dead,

then my husband asks me to watch out the window to make sure the boat

is okay while he goes to do something.

 

Then I am back at home having a breakdown calling my sister who is on

her way to visit her in-laws still, but it is like the first time I

have called her, yet she asks me " is he dead! " I am crying and I am

telling her how I can't live without him and that he is the love of

my life and that without him I can't live, all the while seeing him

in his casket waiting on him to be brought to where I am, dreading

that moment when I have to see him there in person. Mind you I know

he is gone, but I don't know where he is. I am just waiting on them

to bring him home. I am thinking to myself that I must call and

cancel the vacation up in South Carolina, but that I am going to have

to wait until Monday. Part of me is saying this is all a BIG mistake

and that if I wait he will come home and the other part of me knows

waiting isn't going to make a difference because he is dead.

 

Then I am at home with my children and the door bell rings and all I

have on is a tee-shirt and everything seems okay. I go and slightly

open the door and tell the person to come on in as I am running back

down the hallway. It is a friend of one of my sons.

 

Then I am back in the scene where I am talking to my sister, never

calling any of my other sisters and then I start thinking of all of

the people that will come to my house to help, some from church, my

best friend in Ohio, some of you from the group, my family. Then I

remember dreaming that all of my sisters are here with me and one of

them tells me they will finish doing my dad's estate (in real life I

am the personal representative) and I am saying that I will finish it

because that is what Frank would want me to do. At that point I am

somewhat calm, but yet like in shock. In real life he is getting

ready to graduate from college with a degree in adult education in

the work place, B.S. degree, on June 8, 2007 so in my dream I am

saying to myself that he was getting ready to graduate and then I

find out that the college is still going to graduate him in his

honor.

 

I wake up feeling very anxious and my heart is racing and pounding. I

wanted to call him to make sure he is okay because he really isn't

home. He is at a beach feast for Memorial Day with his command

participating in a run this morning. Because I don't have very many

dreams or don't remember many of them when I have dreams about people

I know it sort of freaks me because sometimes it happens. I either

have quick flashes of visions or I have dreams.

 

Anyway, it has disturbed me, one because he really is gone like I

said and the other is that he flies out to Washington during the

first week of June for his work and comes back on our 21st

anniversary, June 7, 2007.

 

MAN, what a dream, or should I say a NIGHTMARE!

 

Love,

Katherine