Once again, up far too late … and though tired, not feeling the need to sleep.
Perhaps I ought to, but … in the last few days/weeks … I’ve been dreaming that my Dad’s death had been reported to us as a mistake (how, I have no idea) and, following apologies, we are reunited with him after months.
While, this would of course be wonderful, I know it’s not true. Why I’m imagining this, I have no idea.
It is truly upsetting me …..