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.