Visit from my boy
July 2, 2017
Last night, I had a vivid dream about Conan;
He returned home after spending three months in jail, and there were a few others with him who had also been incarcerated. I didn’t recognize them, but they seemed to be there to support him.
It felt like he had been through this a few times before, almost like a familiar routine. Conan walked in carrying delicious fried bread stuffed with something akin to bologna or veggies. Everyone was raving about it. I got up to wrap him in a hug ❤️. I never hold on for long, but I wished I could stay in that moment forever. Instead, I busied myself with making more fried bread.
I miss my boy so much; it’s been eleven years since February.
It’s always a joy to receive a visit.
I love you, Conan ❤️
Until we meet again ❤️.