I had
another vivid dream last night, though Daniel did not show up in it
directly. I was on the phone talking to
the mother of one of Daniel’s Whitworth friends (Justin’s mother Debbie) and
describing to her Carol and Hannah’s trip to Washington
Every
time I tried to explain what this visit meant, I sobbed uncontrollably and
struggled to get any words out.
As I
awoke from this dream, I had a vivid sense that this sorrow is slowly seeping
out of my broken heart. I don’t know how
else to describe it – the image in my mind is that of a cracked container of
liquid, and the liquid is slowly seeping out.
I still can cry uncontrollably in my dreams but in my waking moments, I feel like I am simply slowing leaking this sorrow out of my heart.
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