Dear diary._.
Today I woke up with a strange heaviness in my heart. Last night, I had a dream that felt so real that it has stayed with me even after waking. In the dream, we were all sitting together at a family dinner. The room was warm, voices were blending, and there was that familiar comfort of being surrounded by loved ones. And then there he was. Sitting there, as though he had never left us.
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What startled me was not just seeing him, but the way everything felt so natural, so normal. He was talking, smiling, part of the conversation like old times. Yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he had died years ago. My heart whispered the truth, but in the dream everyone insisted, “No, he never died.” For those few moments, I allowed myself to believe it.
I usually forget my dreams, but this one felt different, as if it carried weight, meaning, or perhaps even a message. Maybe it was my heart’s way of reminding me that love does not end with death, that bonds remain even when time moves on. Or maybe it was his presence, reaching out across the distance, letting me know he is still a part of us, still watching quietly over our dinners, our laughter, our lives.
Whether it was memory, longing, or something beyond what the mind can explain, I am grateful for it. For a few moment, I was gifted with his company again, and though I woke with tears, I also woke with gratitude. And sometimes, that’s all we need a reminder that those we love are never truly gone.
Some dreams are not just dreams but they are bridges between hearts that refuse to forget or they are gentle visits from the ones we miss most.
Last night, it was my Nanu..
