Dreams

Last week we spent a nice evening with Bob and Cindy Dunham.  Bob is a Vietnam vet who started the Tee it up for the Troops in Rochester.  He runs a wonderful event, and we wanted to pick his brain for advice for a golf benefit we are starting for Curtis.  It ended up being the cheapest happy hour in town!! 

In our conversation, Cindy asked me if I had many dreams about Curtis.  This took me back, because it is a subject that had been bothering me. I have not had one dream about him.

On December 11, 1983, my sister Dee Dee died after a year long battle with colon cancer, she had turned 22 only 6 days earlier.   It was a long, hard year for our family.  She was so sick and in pain by the time she passed, she was a shell of her former self.  After her death, I would dream of her often.  She was always healthy and vibrant and her beautiful self.  At the time I took it as a sign that she was in a better place, and was happy and healthy again. 

Why then don't I dream of Curtis?  Is it that my 19 year old self could accept something that my 46 year old self cannot? Sometimes this feels like a dream!   Maybe Dee Dee had suffered so much on earth that she was free to come to me and tell me she was fine, and Curtis has some business to finish, such as keeping his brothers safe, the 3/5 unit has suffered some tremendous losses while in Afghanistan.  Either way, I wish he would stop by and bug me just one more time.  I'm sure he will in his own time.