I dreamt about you last night. You were a little boy, maybe 8. There was nothing extraordinary about the dream. It was just you living life, with me. Always there, always by my side, always a part of things. My forever companion…until I wake up. Then the cavernous hole in my heart reveals itself and I realize I must go through the day without you. I’m gonna say it. It’s not fair. I want to pout. I want to lay in bed all day. I am utterly defeated by having to do this day without you. Please send me strength. I miss my constant companion.
Holding on to Harrison
Wandering thoughts of a grieving mother...
