Last night my ex came over for dinner. He and his new girlfriend broke up recently so I took advantage of the opportunity to catch up. Well, if there was ever a doubt that I’ve moved on, it can be put to bed. We spend about two hours just chatting, catching up on family, friends and work. He played with Malomar and Lincoln as I sat back and watched. Malomar lost his mind when he saw him at first- I guess dog’s really do remember people. I’ve never seen Mar go so nuts to see someone. But I digress. Malomar was the only one in the house with such strong feelings. Sure it was nice to see the ex, but once he was gone, he was out of my mind. He was out, and oddly, Ron was back in.
Ron’s been on my mind a lot lately. And it didn’t help that when I went to sleep last night I found myself dreaming that he came back. That his death was a mistake; the Army had gotten it wrong. He showed up at my door with a certificate from the Army saying he was really alive (my “dream” self apparently knew this was too good to be true so I conjured up this certificate to seem more believable?) I hugged him and wouldn’t let go.
With my Mom, I used to dream about her all the time and it was wonderful. In those times I could see her and talk to her again, and I would wake up feeling like I got to spend some time with her. And now it’s happening with Ron. He was just like I remember him. Tall and full of life. The problem with these dreams is that they stay with me. And all day today I’ve found my mind drifting towards the time I spent with him in my dream last night and then I snap out of it and realize that it was just that, a dream. And he isn’t coming back.
Ron’s been on my mind a lot lately. And it didn’t help that when I went to sleep last night I found myself dreaming that he came back. That his death was a mistake; the Army had gotten it wrong. He showed up at my door with a certificate from the Army saying he was really alive (my “dream” self apparently knew this was too good to be true so I conjured up this certificate to seem more believable?) I hugged him and wouldn’t let go.
With my Mom, I used to dream about her all the time and it was wonderful. In those times I could see her and talk to her again, and I would wake up feeling like I got to spend some time with her. And now it’s happening with Ron. He was just like I remember him. Tall and full of life. The problem with these dreams is that they stay with me. And all day today I’ve found my mind drifting towards the time I spent with him in my dream last night and then I snap out of it and realize that it was just that, a dream. And he isn’t coming back.