About That Dream...

"Babe what's wrong? Babe wake up," Larry said to me as he shook me to wake me from my hellish nightmare. It was 2:56 this morning when I woke up with tears in my eyes, the thought alone of losing someone so dear to your heart is heartbreaking. I never really remember my dreams and it's pretty rare when I have bad ones but this one was so vivid. I dreamt that Larry told me he had been diagnosed with cancer and had only 4 months to live. The news of the cancer hit me like a thousand knives stabbing my heart. My younger sister sat beside me while Larry when to refill his drink, we must've been at a diner or something. I had a blank stare, looked at my sister and asked, "what am I supposed to do without him?" She, with tears in her eyes said, "you have to keep living." Larry came back and again I asked, " What am I going to do without you?" He was calm, I think inside he felt as scared and sad as I did but did a good job of disguising his emotions. "I'll live through you," he said. "What about your birthdays, how will I even get through that? what will happen to me? our home? how can I live after losing you?" Larry placed my hands in his and said "Every October when my birthday comes around just raise awareness for cancer, October is Cancer awareness month." I wept and wept and wept and soon enough I felt Larry shaking me so that I could wake up. I cried and I held him and he told me it was just a dream. If there's one thing I learned after that dream is that I love that man more than anything in this world and that you must live and love so immensely that when death does indeed come, there is nothing left for him to take.