Originally Posted by pleasecometome
About a month before the accident, I had this dream about him. He was wearing a white shirt and his wife was wearing a white gown. Beside them were two small boys. Standing in front of them were three little girls. He was holding his wife in his arms, they were standing there with the two little boys, they looked so happy that they glowed. They were outside in a wooded, forest-like area. Later, I actually told him about the dream. The two little boys in the dream were, ofcourse, his two grown sons. Maybe this was a happier time in his life. I don't know who the three little girls were. I kidded him and told him that he would have three grandchildren who were girls. Now I wonder if one of the little girls might have been me. The wooded, forest-like area was where he died. He wrecked in front of a church and was thrown from the car. He landed in the church parking lot. I know he would not want me to be so sad about this, but I cannot seem to shake this sadness I feel. I know it will take time.