I had a dream last night that when my Step Dad passed, for some reason we didn't bury him. He laid in my moms house. And one week after he "passed" all of a sudden he started breathing again. I was laying next o him and holding his hand, and when I tried to pull away I felt him grip tighter. I backed up and told my mom that he grabbed my hand. All of a sudden he moved his ring , it was falling off and he put it back on. My mom started to say Omg, and we stood there and watched him start breathing again,. My mom started crying and I started crying and we were calling people to tell them. He didn't even remember what happened. We had to tell him about the accident and everything. He asked my mom to marry him with this big ring...
What I remember most about this dream is my mom being so happy...She was hugging him and kissing him. That feeling was amazing to watch ....
It breaks me that it was a dream and I wonder if she will ever be "happy" and ever get to a point where she can move on. Not forget but move on. Although 5 months have passed since we lost him, it still feels like a dream. It feels unreal and I wonder if we will ever just get to a point where we are ok with it....
It was good to see my mom that happy, even if it was just in a dream...
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