Friday, February 17, 2012


I had a dream about my brother last night. This certainly isn't the first time, but it has been a while. I didn't remember the dream at first, but it all came back to me in a flash as I stepped out of the shower this morning.

I only remember bits and pieces of the dream. I wish I could remember more. It was so real.

We were walking hand in hand, and I could feel that his hand was dry and chapped.

I remarked he looked haggard and thin, and he laughed it off saying something I can't remember. I wish I could remember.

At some point, looking at him, it crossed my mind that I must be dreaming since he's gone and I can't talk to him anymore, but I pushed the thought aside. I didn't want to let my consciousness overtake these few precious moments, however unreal they were, away from me.

It hurts so much that he's gone. It hurts more to see him in my dreams and then wake up and know he's not here. I wish he were here.

1 comment:

  1. Just before I noticed this in my Google reader, this was posted on twitter: