funeral

The dream I had about my husband, seemed like a reception for a funeral. There were a group of Nigerians greeting and comforting me in a church entrance.

I began to think in my dream; did my husband die in the accident too? Is that why he isn’t living with me or stopped writing me?

I cried in the dream, my pillow and face was wet.

For real

Late in the evening I received a call; a woman had information about my husband. My heart was pounding, maybe my dream was right. My husband died.

It was a message to let my know what happened to him, it was a good thing that happened! I was so relieved!

The Nigerians; my husband is Nigerian

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