THANK GOD IT’S JUST A DREAM
I had a strange dream yesterday morning. I dreamed that my youngest sister (Mariz) died. I can’t tell you all the small details because this entry might take too long to read in one seating.Â
When I realize that Mariz will never go home again and our family is forever incomplete, I cried aloud. And then I opened my eyes and I realized that I was lying on my bed. I just had a terrible dream. And then I cried silently and thanked God that it was just a dream.
It is so strange that I had this dream exactly at Mariz’ 14th birthday (June 5th). I remember that just a week ago, my friend’s mother died of cancer and I saw that family’s grief. I always become emotional when I saw other people lost their loved one. Maybe I’m just worried. I can’t help but think when will it happen to me. I’m afraid to lose my family. I love them….
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