Yesterday, I had a rough morning. I kept going through those last few days with you in my head, and wishing that we could just go back to the times like these. I could feel those emotions building for a few days now, so it wasn't all that shocking to me when I just broke down and had a good cry.
It all stemmed from a dream I had of you the other night. I've been begging and BEGGING to dream of you, and now that I finally did, it wasn't in the way I had hoped. It was all about you being in the hospital...about those last few days. I felt myself getting on one of those waves of trying to figure out how in the heck I am supposed to survive in this world without you.
The good cry did a lot of good. I feel like that wave is over for now, and I feel refreshed and ready to go to work for you. I just want you to know how much I love you and miss you.