Went to visit Jami's grave today.
It was the first time, so I gathered all of my courage and took it with me to face my fears. There really wasn't fear today, just a brief amount of nervousness.
When I got there I knelt down and brushed off some grass from her headstone. Moments later, without even thinking about it, I found myself lying beside the top of her small headstone, which is next to her vase above the buried urn.
After the dream from a couple of nights ago of her lying beside me, I felt it was necessary that I went to see her. Just wasn't able to get it out of my head.....the dream that was so real, looking in wonderment at her face that looked like her and was convincingly her, but glowing and unusual, but still was her.
Just haven't been able to get it out of my head that in the dream, it may have been her telling me to come and see her.
I could just hear her words, "Hey, I came to see you, now it's your turn you butt-head!"
The sadness and crying was there, but it dissipated into a calm as I was walking to the car to leave.
I love you Jami, my wife, my dolly!
There is an open door that I will enter to be with you again one day!
Thank you for being the love of my life, my angel....even though you called me butt-head at times!

Michael