It’s such a funny thing, this journey through grief. You think you have come out the other side and then one day your are down on your knees again. Grief doesn’t make sense. I almost feel shame about still feeling this way as I was not real close to my brother. I tend to process through things very quickly. I’m not moving through this at my usual speed. I know that you will tell me that grief takes as long as it takes and I know this is true.
Last night I dreamed I was coming home from teaching a workshop. My boyfriend, my mother and my brother Michael (the brother who passed) were all napping in the same room. They woke up when I arrived. I was the only one in the room who could see Michael’s ghost. I kept talking to my mother and boyfriend about Michael really letting himself be known and the others just didn’t see it. Finally I grabbed Michael’s arm and I asked my mother, “Don’t you see him?” She couldn’t. Slowly Michael started to fade away. He was so sad that the others couldn’t see him.
Needless to say, that dream triggered my grief today. I am completely open to any dream interpretations you may have. I have my own ideas but would love some other insight.