In memory of my step dad Olen: Recently I dreamed about you again. In the dream I was upstairs in a house and I could hear you downstairs talking normally, as if you'd never had a stroke. I rushed down and heard you talking and laughing with everyone including the grandkids and great kids.
You said, "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me."
I was so happy. You kept saying that. It was such a happy time.
Then I woke up to that old familiar, awful feeling of you being gone.
