In my Dreams…

So last night I dreamed of my husband. It was a strange dream, because he had come back to life, and I was trying to figure out how to notify the VA. Strange, right? Even when I dream of him, which is rare, I know he’s been dead. I think the longing for him now is as much a part of me as my love for him. My Bubs was with him in the dream. I hope they are together wherever they are. I can almost stand the thought of them being gone, if I can hold on to the thought that they are together.
I move forward in time. I am not the “me” that they knew, but I like to hope that they can still recognize me.

Today’s song:

“Between Here And Gone”

Tonight, the moon came out, it was nearly full.
Way down here on earth, I could feel it’s pull.
The weight of gravity or just the lure of life,
Made me want to leave my only home tonight.
Now I’m just wonderin’ how we know where we belong.
Is it in a photograph, or a dashboard poet’s song?
Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong,
Should I find myself between here and gone?

Now I could grab my keys, clear out in my truck,
With every cent on board bringing me their luck.
An’ I could drive too fast, like a midnight sleeve,
As if there was a way to outrun the grief.
Now I’m just wonderin’ how we know where we belong.
In a song that’s left behind in the dream I couldn’t wake from.
Could I have felt the brush of a soul that’s passing on,
Somewhere in between here and gone?

Up above me,
Wayward angels,
A blur of wings and grace.
One for courage,
One for safety,
One for “just in case”.

I thought a light went out, but now the candle shines.
I thought my tears wouldn’t stop, then I dried my eyes.
And after all of this, the truth that holds me here,
Is that this emptiness is something not to fear.
Yeah, I’ll keep wondering how we know where we belong,
After all the journeys made, and the journeys yet to come.
When I feel like giving up instead of going on,
Somewhere in between.

Yeah, I’m just wondering how we know where we belong.
Is it in the arc of the moon, leaving shadows on the lawn?
In the path of fireflies and a single bird at dawn,
Singing in between here and gone.

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