Last night I was dreaming, and at first it was not a nice one.

But then it changed, and very quickly.

I was at church, and the moment I saw Papa, my hurts were gone. I hugged him, and then I saw Mom! (In the dream she had been fighting cancer and had to be away from us for years.) I ran and hugged her tight… but then my alarm went off and I had to wake up. Sadness…

Dreams are mean sometimes.

I miss Papa and Mom so much. It hurts when they are with you in a dream and you have to let them go, wake up and have them gone.