Last night I had a dream. Not a dream visit, an old fashioned dream. I was out with a few friends and my daughters, when we all got separated. When my older daughter located me, I immediately asked her in a panic, where was her little sister, Amy? Imagine my relief when a little voice behind me said, I am right here. And there she was … My little curly haired, mini Shirley Temple, with her high topped sneakers. If only it were true. I can’t write any more because what else is there say. She is not here? Not in the way she used to be anyway.
Yes, I do have a dream, but it’s not coming true.