Well, that didn't take long. Last night I had little dreams about Tim in which he was doing exciting things that all ended with his early demise. I think one if them he was a spy running from bad guys. There were probably about eight little vignettes, and in each one he was playing a role. For some reason I woke up thinking "The Life and Times of Tucker Thompson". Anyway, the one that is still so clear to me, he was hanging on for all he was worth to the side of a gangster style car, as it was careening around a ridge. They were obviously running moonshine. He was hanging on to that car and when he passed by (either me or the camera, I'm not sure which) he flung his arm out and in it he had this beautiful white fedora that he seemed to be waving at me. He had the biggest, toothiest smile on his face and I could tell it was the most fun he had ever had.
I'd like to think that is truly the way he went to heaven. Lickety-split, no stops, enjoying the journey with a huge smile on his face. That's how he lived his life.
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What a great gift that is-I love your interpretation.
I hope too that he is having a blast up there!
Susan, so sorry to hear about your loss. I will be thinking of you...
I hope I go in a similar fashion. Lickety-split!
Love and hugs!
I believe that is what he wanted you to know, Susan. You listened and remembered.
sweet dreams have new meaning now I suppose dont they? I just keep thinking of you and praying for you. does tim have family that you are close to?
I have also read that poem before, another bloggy pal lost her husband a couple years ago. Actually susan, there are 5 of you that have lost your husbands since I've been blogging. (thats with in about 7 years.)
hugs and sweet dreams my friend!
xoxo
I'm sure Tim will visit you a lot in your dreams. ♥
I'll bet he's talking up a storm with the good Lord above about politics and music.
:> )
Perfect. Love the white hat. Again, perfect.
I lost my husband seven years ago. When he first died, I dreamed of him often—virtually every night. In one dream, he said to me: If I had known you were going to take it this hard, I never would've died. He also told me of what it was like "on the other side," and that he was OK.
Anyway, I believe that they come to let us know they are OK. But it's taken me years to really move on. I still cry when I remember "that night."
If you ever need to talk, message me on Facebook and I'll send you my phone number. I know how much it hurts, and I'm here for you.
I loved reading this.
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