Poppy

Poppy was in my dream. He was younger and had three small kids. I saw him and he saw me. I got upset and left and then he tried to find me to explain. he seemed happy. This is not the first time I see him when he's younger. I don't even remember him like that. I hope he's happy. 

Then, in my dream I was looking for pants and something to wear and couldn't find it. Marcela and I had planned something too, and no one wanted to go. 

Yesterday was rough. I feel angry and starting to really feel the effects of losing Justin. I am glad I am seeing Elizabeth tomorrow. It's needed. I need to talk. I should talk more to Patty and Jenny. Or maybe write more. These feelings are stuck inside. I am there for everyone, but who is there for me? Justin was.

I'm grateful for...

- life

- love

- my health physically, mentally, and emotionally

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