Crying before 6 am. That is the thing that happened today. Complete meltdown before I ever stepped foot out of the door this morning. One of the dogs decided she needed to be up at 2:30 this morning. When I finally was able to get back to sleep, I dreamed of Ron’s suicide. I dreamed about having to go through his things. In my dream, I found the letter I wrote him when we first started dating that he always kept tucked in his wallet. The creases were starting to wear holes in them. I don’t know if he still kept it in his wallet, but it helped me remember that he did in fact know how much I loved him.
So my sleep was not very restful and then I heard one of our songs while I was getting dressed. Complete meltdown.