Dreams.

For the last couple days of my dad's life, I had pretty much moved back home so we could all take turns being in his room because we didn't want him to be alone.

On Friday morning, my sister woke from her sleep at 3am and had a feeling that she had to go check on my dad. That's when she found him struggling to breathe. She woke all of us up and we stayed him with until he took his last breath about an hour later.

Of course Ryan was home with the kids so I called him in complete hysterics a couple minutes after my dad passed. I'm actually surprised he could understand a word I said. Anyways, he called his parents and they hurried to our house [it was 4am] so Ryan could be with me and say goodbye to my dad before the funeral home took him out of the house.

**this is the cool dream part**

When he got to my parent's house he told me that when I called right after my dad passed, I woke him up from a dream where my dad was in his hospital bed at their house- he had just gotten out of his bed, completely fine & healthy saying he felt perfect and needed to stretch his legs.

I have asked Ryan a million times if he promises me that he isn't lying about the dream. He swears on the kids it's exactly as it happened.

So stinking cool I can't even stand it.

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This Saturday is Henry's 3rd Spiderman/Baseball birthday bash. Excited doesn't even begin to describe it. The house isn't clean yet and nothing is ready so it will be a hectic couple days but it will all be 100% worth it!!