The Patchwork Tortoise

I dreamed last night that Amy was alive.    In the hospital, staff had wheeled her to another room and I thought she died.  After I left they wheeled her back into her room.  That was almost 5 months ago.  All this time while I’ve been aching  over the loss of my daughter, Amy was alive and healthy.  Everyone else in my family knew and no one told me.  I was so upset I couldn’t quit crying and screaming.  Then I woke up.  Amy’s death certificate is still in my closet.  I still want her back.

I got out of bed, dressed and left the house to do an errand.  I saw one of Amy’s high school friends at the store.  Amy’s friend gave me a big hug.  I needed a hug.