my melancholy and infinite sadness spilled into my deams last night. blech! last night i dreamt about a memorial service for my cousin alan, who was 19 when he died. the dream was pretty brutal. lots of crying and sadness. oddly there was a lot of concern about lipstick too.
i think the dream was spurred by a coworker of mine. lisa disappeared suddenly last week. there were hushed whispers of a family emergency. but nothing was really discussed and no details were given.
turns out her five-year-old nephew had died. ugh!
lisa reappeared at work yesterday. she was a quiet shadow of her normally boisterous self. it breaks my heart to look at her.
so the dream i had makes pefect sense. but the timing is rather odd, because alan will be dead five years on this day next month. five years.
i really hope there is no memorial service.
i am sorry to hear of your loss. and the loss of your co-worker. i have never had to deal with that kind of loss yet, but my husband?s dad died when he was 22-23, and i still don’t know how he copes.
you are strong jodi. and talking about it is good. thanks for letting us (me) into the deep parts of your life.
:::getting mushy now:::