Bad News
Last night I dreamed one of my incisors fell out and I cradled it in my hand trying to find a dentist that could put it back in and each dentist said, "No," they could not put it back in, it was gone forever. This morning my Uncle called and my Aunt Barb, related by marriage, had died in the night of her cancer. She was always very kind to me and I will never forget her.