nymphetamine
Dec 15, 2005, 07:55 PM
Something my dad was telling me the other day made me think of this. I had a favorite cousin named David wood Jr. He wasn't my blood cousin but that did not matter to me. In 1998 David committed suicide. Everyone was torn up by this. My dad told me there were things going on in his family that we didn't know. When I told my husband(now ex) about his death he accused me of crying over an exboy friend and offered no comfort. Im trying not to cry while I type this! Lol. A few years later I had a dream that me, mystepmama, and my step aunt colleen were in the kitchen. Aunt colleen handed me a bowl and I took it downstairs to the basement. It felt familiar and natural that I should do this. There was a door and next to the door close to the floor was a small rectangular opening. I knelt down and peered into see David sitting on a mattress on the floor and I handed him the bowl. I went into the room and sat on the mattress in front of him while he stirred the bowel and as I looked into his eyes I saw no emotion but the room filled with sadness and it filled the room so much that I felt it in me and I collapsed and could not move. David said "No, God please!" dropping the bowl and spoon and came and held me. MY dad says maybe it was his way of telling me things were okay or trying to comfort me. Ah those tears again. Im still confused. Like what was up with the bowl and why did it feel familiar like it was something he knew and what was he trying to tell me? Can anyone help me?