Last Wednesday Sheldan and I hit the road for Sparta. I was so excited to go and see people. While I was in Sparta I stayed with my mom, which was really nice. Everyone kept asking how is that, staying with your mom. But in reality I was the one that choose to do it and I am glad I did. I really miss my mom and family. I never got to see my sister though since she had school and work. Leaving Sparta sucked so bad though. As Sheldan and I pulled away from my moms house I was holding back the tears. Even as I write this now I am crying. I just keeping telling myself the reason I can't go live there is because I am going to school right now. But I know when summer hits I will miss it so much!
I tried talking to Sheldan last night because I cam straight to my dorm and didn't go to his dads house for dinner. So I was texting him and at one point I finally just wrote I want to go home. But really what can he say to that? He replied sorry. So I changed the subject. Later in the conversation I said it again but he stated I don't know how to help you. And honestly I don't know how he could have. I just felt like I needed to be held and he wasn't there so what really could have been done? Oh well I will get over it and focus on school work.
Then last night in one of my dreams I was actually in someones wedding and we were all getting ready but my dad was like in a chair at this place and I kept going over to him and hugging him and kissing him and talking to him. At one point someone said he isn't real Katie, he died. I said, "I don't care at least he is here now." In my dream but Dad didn't say anything to that. But this is the first dream that I can clearly remember that he had talked to me in the dream. He said many things but one thing I remember is he told me he was just glad to see me happy, because he hadn't seen me happy after he had died a lot. I still feel like I can kinda feel the kisses and hugs he gave me in the dream.
It was a good dream to say the least. =] He lives in my heart, memories and dreams.
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