I dreamed last night that my Papa was alive, but conditionally. It felt like we all knew he would have to go again soon, so the urgency made us try to make the best of the limited time.

It was Christmas and we stayed together for days, with no one leaving. Then my Papa proposed to my mother again, so they could renew their vows. It meant so much to us all and gave us hope. But before the day was through he was gone again. It hurt so much more in the dream, to have him again, then to have him ripped from our lives again.

Kinda a weird dream, but it made me miss him more than ever before. I wish I had done so many things differently. It just hurts so badly!