What dreams may come. . . .

[blushinivy]

So I dreamed about Lana last night.

Those of you out of the loop, she died of Cancer 9 years ago at the ripe age of 33. She had a radical hysterectomy when she was my age, because of the agressive cancer.

She was one of the most amazing people I ever knew, and she made me a great deal of who I am today.

I ran into her, in the dream, fat and pregnant. . . which at first I was shocked to see her, I haven't dreamed about her in years but then I realized she was pregnant, which was a medical impossiblity.

She told me never to give up, and when I said sorry for crying, she told me it's okay.

I was taken back by that. . .

. . . she always told me to toughen up. . . that I cried too much. . . 'toughen up cupcake'

. . so maybe it's okay to cry. . . . I just have to ignore the people who don't know what to say.

and for those of you who have no idea what to say: here and here.

Thanks.