I met you in my dream last night mate. It seemed so real. You were still with us but had to carry all them blinking machines with you. You were sitting up against the sofa in the front room and you had your top off showing off all your tatts. I kept giving you cuddles, just like in the hospital. Then mum & dad broke the news that you wasn't real and you were still gone. I was crying in my dream giving you cuddles and holding your chest. As I woke up and I was really crying and I have been doing the same all day.
Its been a really hard day for me today, even as I write this. It been hitting me all day every time I stop to think. Been keeping myself busy coz if I start its hard to stop.
I just want to give you one last cuddle, why is that too much to ask?