My mom & I once talked about those vivid dreams you get about someone you love just after they’ve died. We talked about how much we loved those dreams because we could feel the presence of the deceased & how sad we were when the dreams no longer came. That holding on is such a part of grieving. But eventually we must move on. When your beloved has been forcibly disappeared, you can’t move on, you can’t resolve the grief because hope & horror combine in such a crushing way.
So many people have no idea how much they mean to others, how much they’re loved & admired, how much they’ll be missed, what an impact they made on others. I say all this because I had one of those dreams about my deceased brother last night where I could feel his presence. You never really lose them in forgetfulness because they live in your heart forever. It’s as if you came from the same star.