I still dream that my mother and father and sister are still alive, and it was all a mistake. Dreaming of them being alive is very sweet, although sad.
I did once dream about my xh - about 4 years post bomb. In the dream we spent a lovely few hours together, and I 'knew' it would be our last time, and I kissed him gently on the lips at a doorway [very significant, thresholds!] and let him go in my heart. Then I woke up with a great feeling of peace
I think I started healing at that point, but it takes a long time after a long marriage. Like the Paul Simon song says - your hearts and bones won't come undone!!
