Dad died in Nov, cancer, but more quickly than we expected.
I’ve just started dreaming about him, and they’re not pleasant dreams!
In the first he phoned the house and I said how can you phone, you’re dead. He said he wasn’t dead after all. I then tried to get in touch with everyone else to tell them but I couldn’t because all the phone lines were cut.
Last night I dreamt he was home from the hospice on day release. I kept saying how can he be home, we cremated him, remember? But everyone else was just carrying on, looking after him, taking him back at the end of the day etc.
Why can’t I have happy dreams of happy times?!