I've been dreaming a lot lately--remembering bits and pieces when I wake up anyway. Something I haven't done for years. And a couple days ago I had a dream that I'd like to think was Chase, though I'm not really sure.
I don't remember much of it just the part about Chase. If I had written it down immediately, I would have remembered more, but I didn't--I was just focused on that little piece as it happened right before I woke up.
Like I said, there's not much to it. But Patric and I were together. We were looking into a bunch of bushes or little trees somewhere--I have no idea where we were. And I saw a little boy. We might have even said his name, I don't remember, but the little boy came out of the trees and gave me the biggest, tightest hug you can imagine. And boy did I return it! The only reason I can't say for sure if it was Chase or not was because this little boy was bigger than a three year old. He was, however, about the size of some little boys I had recently seen in a show and made a very prominent connection to Chase.
I don't know. But the hug. The embrace. It felt like a welcome home embrace. Maybe not welcome home, but it definitely was an "I miss you sooooooo much" hug. And it was right before I woke up in the morning. So it brought a few tears throughout the day as I thought about that dream a lot. Still do. I know he comes to me. I know he's watching over us and he's with us all the time. But I know he's a part of other people's lives, too. He's helping taking care of a lot of people. Some I may not even know. Yet.
I miss you sweet boy. I love you. And I can't wait for that hug. I can almost feel it already.