10 days already??
Crazy. I feel like I just talked to him a few days ago. His mom left today, so now it's just me and Mugs in the apartment. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow to discuss my emotional health in hopes of getting a small personal leave from work. I don't see myself as being ready to be on the phones all day yet.
His family and friends are so great..so in all this I have at least gained a whole new family and a bunch of friends that I think are going to be very close.
I am now the creepy girl that has a shrine to her dead boyfriend in the house. Oh well. I put his ashes and a bunch of his stuff on the shelf..a Jameson bottle, his Old Style patch, his flask, his Zippo, the eagle feather that I got from his friend Nate's girlfriend, because Nate also died about 8 months ago.
Cool story, though..on Thursday my dad and I were at the casino..my dad was playing a machine and not doing so well, and i said "C'mon Dylan, you know you would want Dad to win!" the next button he pushed, he got the $1000 jackpot. At that very moment, Roxanne, Dylan's mom, was in Duluth getting a reading from a psychic..the psychic said in the middle of a sentence, "Wait..right now..I see something with Dylan and money..." Crazy, huh? So basically, Dylan paid Dad back for the obituary!
The psychic also said that when Dylan died, Mugs laid right down and was ready to die too, but Dylan told him he had to stay for at least a while, and take care of me. And that it was an accident, he didn't mean for it to happen that way, and that his friend Nate was there to greet him first. Dylan was sitting in between me and his mom at the funeral, and he was so pleased that we kept him in a cardboard box rather than some ugly urn. At one point Dylan got up and walked around the corner, and I think that is when Mugs got up and tried to run around the corner, I was holding his leash as hard as I could. So all that stuff comforts me.
His family and friends are so great..so in all this I have at least gained a whole new family and a bunch of friends that I think are going to be very close.
I am now the creepy girl that has a shrine to her dead boyfriend in the house. Oh well. I put his ashes and a bunch of his stuff on the shelf..a Jameson bottle, his Old Style patch, his flask, his Zippo, the eagle feather that I got from his friend Nate's girlfriend, because Nate also died about 8 months ago.
Cool story, though..on Thursday my dad and I were at the casino..my dad was playing a machine and not doing so well, and i said "C'mon Dylan, you know you would want Dad to win!" the next button he pushed, he got the $1000 jackpot. At that very moment, Roxanne, Dylan's mom, was in Duluth getting a reading from a psychic..the psychic said in the middle of a sentence, "Wait..right now..I see something with Dylan and money..." Crazy, huh? So basically, Dylan paid Dad back for the obituary!
The psychic also said that when Dylan died, Mugs laid right down and was ready to die too, but Dylan told him he had to stay for at least a while, and take care of me. And that it was an accident, he didn't mean for it to happen that way, and that his friend Nate was there to greet him first. Dylan was sitting in between me and his mom at the funeral, and he was so pleased that we kept him in a cardboard box rather than some ugly urn. At one point Dylan got up and walked around the corner, and I think that is when Mugs got up and tried to run around the corner, I was holding his leash as hard as I could. So all that stuff comforts me.