Jul 03, 2007 16:01
That the dream I had awoken from at 5am this morning is not a prophetic dream. I was devestated.
I was in San Francsico in Sept for my 2nd half of my school for work and my cell phone kept going off repeatedly. I was at the airport after just getting there. I answered it and it was a call from home telling me that Bobby had died in a car accident and that I needed to get home immediately. Needless to say I was crippledly upset and a wreck. People around me had to help me pull it together to arrange a return flight. And then I wake up.
Now anyone that knows me, knows that I have already had to bury one son, so you could imagine my state of mind when I woke up.
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