For nearly two weeks in November I would awake every night from nightmares about death. Then I got a phone call that changed it. My grandfather had died. The nightmares ended and it was like I was finally told news that I should have already know. I will say that in not one of the dreams do I remember it being my grandfather who had died but when my mother phoned me I knew what she was going to say before she spoke a word.
This week I have had nightmares every single night about the same thing, the same person. I k ow what's coming, just not how to deal with it. Every single night for the past six nights I have dreamed of Evan. In various ways, various places, I've seen him. In almost all it's split into two parts. Something about us and something about her. I hate to guess prematurely but something is about to happen. It's just too many nights, too many dreams. And I'm helpless.