There I stood.
His arms wrapped around me like they used to be...
I close my eyes,
Oh, how I have longed to be in his arms again.
I bury my head in his chest, the safest place on earth...
He kisses the top of my head...I have missed this so much.
Then he says let's go...
I am so happy I follow...

Then I wake up!

What a crummy way to start the day...
No matter what I make up in my head to make my life okay without him, my dreams tell the truth and they torture me with the sadness of his death...

How does a widow look forward, when her dreams keeps reminding her of her past?

The stages of grief never end, and neither do the dreams...