It was thirty-six years ago; I had three children, ages ten months, one and a half, and four years old. I was in my late twenties and my husband was seven years older than myself. He had a great job, and worked very hard. He had one problem, he drank. It started more as social drinking with clients. Marini for lunch, Scotch after work with the guys. It became so bad that he would drink at home until he passed out.
This went on for about two years. One day he left to run errands—he never came home. I called the police and they couldn’t help me for seventy-two hours. I called his sister and our worst fears were true—he committed suicide. They found him he the desert with the car running.
Needless to say, my whole world fell apart. As I stated it has been thirty-six years, but I still can’t get over it. My children never got to know their father.
What has bothered me lately are the dreams I have been having about him. In my dreams he is alive and we are doing things together, we talk, visit family, everything is so real. I wake up expecting to see him. Can you help me determine what these dreams mean? I have had a few of them and wander if he is watching over me.
