I had a dream last night.
CK and I were walking across the grassy field next to our highrise apartment block (a field which was patently my school oval - bear with me this is a dream) and my beautiful OMD was out there too, happily gnawing a bone.
Then we were up high, looking out the window from our flat and I could see him out on the grass with the bone. When I looked again he was gone.
I woke up and leant over CK to the far side of the bed to check the spot where my OMD has slept for many years. I stopped half way.
It has been a month now and even my dreams have a Harvey-shaped hole into which I keep stumbling.
Such a lovely dream - and how lucky that you remember it and have that image in your mind now. It's like a gift, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteA Harvey shaped hole would be hard to fill Mrs Trash...
ReplyDeleteIts hard to lose someone you love.
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Oh Trashalou. xx
ReplyDeleteIt's a big old hole that he's left so it's not surprising that you keep stumbling into it. Keep filling it up with happy memories of him x
ReplyDeleteSo sorry our Trash - he looks like he was such a gorgeous boy.
ReplyDeleteThat wasn't a dream it was a sign from OMD that he is happy,well has unlimited bones to chew & grassy fields to run in xxx
ReplyDeleteI was thinking just like Quiltygal, OMD is happy and wants you to know he's okay!
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