Dear Dave,

5/31/21

Last night I had a dream about you. I meant to write it down as soon as I woke up but life got in the way and also my undiagnosed adhd. It seemed like we were at PS1. I’m so mad at myself for not writing the dream down right away. I barely remember it now. I remember P was in it and he got a tattoo of Gabby’s name with a flower next to it. It was his attempt at showing his love for me but he couldn’t get my name because of obvious reasons. In the dream you were getting a pedicure. I remember feeling grossed out by your feet. You know how I hate feet. About a week ago I had a dream that you were in the hospital and you were being discharged and I was so happy to pick you up. It was such a vivid dream. When I woke up to my shitty reality I felt so cheated, so hurt. I wanted nothing more than for my dream to be true. It’s still surreal. I look forward to the day when I can just remember you with love and happiness. I definitely wish you were closer and visiting you was a 30 minute feat instead of this whole day fiasco. I’m really looking forward to seeing you for Father’s Day. I just have to figure out the kinks but I’m definitely going. I’m bringing you flowers, soda, cake, cards and whatever the kids make for you. It’s gonna be a good day you’ll see. Love and miss you my honey bee.