I dreamed that my husband, Clay, was stroking my hair and saying, "Be well, be well." It seemed so real, I swear I felt his hand.
So today is bittersweet so far. I looked back on my memorial page for him, have listened to a lot of John Denver, who we both felt was an amazing poet and singer.
One our drives or camping trips we would sing along with John.
I am missing Clay's wonderful smile, his enfolding hugs, his soothing voice and his laughing eyes so filled with love. He was my one and only soul mate.