I was really tied last night and went to bed at about 9pm, that is so early for me.
I woke up at 5am, couldn’t go back to sleep so watched some TV, don’t know why but I started thinking of Terry and had a cry, I was thinking of everything, how ill he was, could I have done more, the pain he went through. It was horrible.
Eventually I fell asleep and Terry came into my dream.
I dreamt that I was with my sister and Terry was sitting on a stool, he was happy and we were talking about old times, I cuddled him, I looked at my sister and she was crying. He whispered in my ear “Everything is fine.”
I woke up and felt good, I feel that was Terry telling me his ok, and he is at peace.