I had a dream about Pattie. She was alive, very sick, and I was laying next to her in bed. Her mother was laying on the other side. She was weak, not able to carry on a conversation, but she was there and warm and alive. I was holding her hand and stroking her back. It was comforting...until I remembered (in my dream) that we already had her memorial service, her family had already spread her ashes.
I got up to ask Mike how this could happen, and he was just about to tell me when I woke up. Tears in my eyes.
I wonder if Pattie came to me in my dream to comfort me. That would be like her.