For only the third time since TW passed, last night I had a dream with her in it. Unlike the other two, this time I did not tell myself "This is a dream, it is not real" and wake up. This time we walked, talked, held hands, held each other, and cried. We encountered other unknown people, in an unfamiliar setting, and I was the only one who could see her. This one was not disturbing, but rather comforting. Is there any coincidence that today marks the day I brought her home from MD Anderson 2 years ago and started hospice? Maybe a message that all is fine?