Friday 12th June
We are invited to my younger son and his girlfriend’s place this evening for dinner. Lovely to chat, reminisce, eat and drink. It feels good to have company on a Friday night.
Just before we eat, our son’s girlfriend tells us of a dream she had last night. She dreamt she saw our elder son, and he told her to tell his brother that he was all right, that he was happy, and that he laughed so joyfully. That made me cry. Happy and sad at the same time.
Fly high my cheerful Angel.
Soar on your wings and giggle.
Smile whilst looking down upon us.
We love you so dearly.