The dream

My darling Mike

Last night I had that dream. The dream that I assume everyone grieving has. The dream where you weren’t really dead. You arrived on the doorstep, furious that I hadn’t realised you were still alive. Angry that I had started to cancel payments and tell people you were dead.

I woke up sobbing, a mixture of sadness and hurt. 

I miss you darling

Love Lorna x x x