Dreamcatcher…
I almost never dream of Leroy.
I’ve had friends tell me he’s in their dreams a lot. Not mine.
Last night was one of the rare times where he was so real, I woke up wondering where he was. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, when I lifted my head and looked over at his side of the bed. His pillows were there, like they’ve been forever, and I’m not sure what I expected to see, but the dream was so real, I wasn’t quite sure.
I remembered in detail, he was wearing his jeans, and one of this old “war” shirts, the ones he took with him to the badlands of the world. He had on his cowboy boots and he needed a haircut. The hair on the back of his neck was curled up like it used to be before he’d given in to the barber.
I saw his smile. I don’t remember any words or hearing his laugh but the image was crystal clear.
I didn’t go back to sleep for quite a while. I didn’t want to lose the image in my head.
It was so nice to see him again.
November 11, 2014 @ 7:09 pm
He came to visit and let you know he’s still there for you…What a great dream. Keep Him close.
November 11, 2014 @ 6:00 pm
Oh, Laurie. I’m so glad that you got to see him in your dreams. I love seeing my mom in my dreams. She died before my daughter was born and one of the greatest gifts I’ve been given was dreaming that my mom held my daughter when she was a baby.
I love your website. Your writing is true and clear. Thank you.
November 11, 2014 @ 5:54 pm
I keep wishing I could see him, feel or just know he’s still there. Those moments don’t come much anymore. Just the other day I pulled out the shirt he last wore and held it close…it smelled just like I remember him…the subtle hints of his cologne…they were still there and then I felt it…Can’t explain it but I knew he was still there. What a warm feeling…
I get it Laurie…I’m glad He found you!