Last night I had a dream about my brother, Michael. I was talking to him in a building of some sorts, kind of like the Hospice, and I was sad because I didn't want him to go. He said to me that he needed to go, it was his time. He had a look of sadness on his face, because he knew I was sad he was leaving. I tried to get him to stay, but he kept saying he had to go it was time for him to go. In the dream Michael looked like he did when he was healthy. It gave me some comfort but at the same time I wish he didn't have to go away. Above is a picture of the elephant I bought Michael after he was first diagnosed. As I mentioned in my blog two entries ago, I talked about the skunk. Well here is a picture of the skunk hugging the elephant up by Georgetown lake.
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