Over the last few years I have had a lot of dreams where I am talking to friends and family who have passed away.
The first was in 2003 when I lost a good friend of mine in an accident at sea. He died in February and it was in April when one night I found myself standing in a field with Sid. It was so clear, he was dressed in his customary fashion in jeans, a white t-shirt and his trademark hobnail boots. Sid had a bit of a beer belly and was forever pulling up his jeans and this time was no exception.
There was only him and me in this field and I could see a light breeze blowing his hair.Sid had a strong Southampton accent and I had a long conversation with him. Then I woke up and thought I must remember what he had said to me, I should have written it down but I went back to sleep almost immediately
but when I woke up in the morning I had forgotten everything we had talked about. Yet I can still remember how he looked and sounded.
The second one which sticks in my memory was from my Aunt who being only 4 foot 11 was always known as Pip. She died aged 92 in 2006 and again I was asleep when I heard the phone ring, when I picked it up it was my Auntie Pip phoning to check if I was ok. We had a conversation and at the end of the call said," you know I love you very much."
Some days later when I was at work I was telling one of my colleagues about this and had just got to the bit where Auntie Pip had said that she loved me very much when our cleaning lady walked in and dryly remarked it was funny what you heard when you walked in on someone's conversation.
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