Only two years for me, and I dreamed about him yesterday. He walked into the room and I put my hands on his back and I could feel him. Then I woke up crying.
The intense memory/or visitation or whatever is great, the waking up, not so much.
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Nick Flandrey · May 31, 2020 at 5:59 am
Only two years for me, and I dreamed about him yesterday. He walked into the room and I put my hands on his back and I could feel him. Then I woke up crying.
The intense memory/or visitation or whatever is great, the waking up, not so much.
nick
Stay safe.
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