On: May 12, 2015
By: Krista Smith
I woke up the other night in a panic. Every now and again I have a bad dream. It is always the same context, just differing situations. It consists of me attending an event, it can be a birthday party, a concert, a dinner, it really doesn’t matter where I’m at, it’s what happens when I am there that wakes me in a panic. I walk into a room and look around to find my husband, Jon (who passed away in 2012). I look everywhere but am unable to find him. This makes no sense because we were supposed to meet there. So I get on my phone and start calling him. I call and I call and it never goes through. The room starts to spin and the noise closes in on me and I begin to panic not knowing what happened to him. I then wake myself up screaming out for him in a panic because I can’t find him.