It was an extraordinary night dreaming about my daughter.
In the dream, my throat was covered with layers of stuff that prevented me from speaking out. I began coughing and coughing and could hardly stop. With each cough, some of the layers dropped away.
My family in spirit, including my deceased daughter Jasmine, were around me, cheering me on to write. WRITE. WRITE. COME ON, WRITE!
Okay. I am. I will. Yes!
Then I saw in my mind those football rattles that go round and round making celebratory noises, and there were whoops of laughter all around me. Jasmine stays behind and gently rests her head on my lap.
So beautiful, so confirming, dreaming about my daughter. Thank you, Jasmine.
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