Tuesday, March 22, 2016
After falling asleep rather quickly last night and then waking for two hours, I fell back in a deep sleep. I woke at just the right time to remember vividly my first dream about Adam since he died. The boys, Betsy and I were in my kitchen, when he walked in. I ran to hug him because this was post-death, and I knew he was there in some kind of ghost form. I was astounded when he didn't disappear with the hug. He then said to Betsy, "Do you want to see me eat my last grilled cheeses?" The next thing I remember he was in a miniature sized red convertible in the parking lot getting a push from the boys. The car didn't start so I tried pushing it and eventually that tripped the starter and away he went.