Hi hon! I had another dream about you last night. It's REALLY vague, but what I remember is you were in a wheelchair because you were paralyzed from the neck down. We were maybe at a park-like area w/ bathrooms. You needed to change, so you wheeled into the bathroom to change. I was totally not thinking how can he change if he's paralyzed. While you were in the bathroom - or maybe it was before - I was thinking in my head "I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him and take care of him, no matter what!!" You came back out and I was trying to get you in the bed of a pickup. I wanted to kind of piggy back you in & I had your legs around me (somehow) and I wanted you to wrap your arms around my neck but then I remembered you couldn't move your arms .. and how was I going to do this? I think I was pondering how to get you in the pickup when someone mentioned something about us being married. Like everyone knew we were married and I was the one who didn't know. So I remember being happy in my head because that meant we were going to be together forever. I guess I had this fear that I wanted to stay with you forever, but I wasn't sure if you wanted that, but when I heard we were married, my heart smiled big. And then I woke up ...
While I was shoveling today I was thinking about why were you paralyzed in my dream, but it hit me, that maybe it was the result of the helicopter crash? That makes sense, huh? Boy, honey I sure miss you. I've been doing so good praying every night (and sometimes more during the day) for your soul in purgatory. If you're not there I know my prayers will go to someone else, but I want you to be in Heaven so bad. You deserve it more than anyone I know. You were such a good person & you treated me like a princess. Your heart was so big & you were so selfless. I was SO blessed. So, so blessed to have you in my life. I love you so much honey, I better go, I'm starting to tear up. You will always be in my heart. Til the day I die. I can't wait to see you someday again!!! :-) xoxoxoxo 1 <3
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