Jan 1, 2018
I had the most wonderful dream about George. He was kind of flitting in and out of it as he was when he was young, and I spoke to him a little bit but not much. Then at the end I was in a pub, walking around, and I came to some men sitting at a table. I tapped one of the men on the back and he turned around and it was George, as he was when he was older, just before he died. He gave me a beautiful smile and then stood up and I hugged him for a long time, and I felt like I was protecting him. It was so lovely. It just felt so nice.
