Chris was in my dream last night. We were talking and walking in Davis Square. He looked great. Healthy. He was wearing his brown courdorouy jacket and his hair was long-ish. I got that old familiar feeling I always got when I was about to ask him how he was feeling. It was a mixed feeling of hope and dread. Talking with him was so much fun and I could feel him next to me which made me feel very safe. There was a brief silence and I asked him, “So...how do you feel?” He immediately frowned, sighed and then pointed to his stomach....no...it was more like he was trying to point up and into his stomach. My heart sank.
I couldn’t sleep anymore so I got up at 6:20 and began washing clothes.
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