The number of days you are living in our memories now exceed the number of days you were amongst us.
Not a day, not a single moment passes without thinking about you. Cute little 3 year old girls I pass by bring back "those" days. Was giving sight to 2 unknown faces and leaving us all shattered, the purpose of your birth? We are not even blessed to see your shining bright eyes.
On 8th October, I had this strange dream: A pair of hands shoved you into my hands with a stern warning "keep her sound and safe, at least this time around..."
As an angel, you will have the powers of analysing dreams. Can you please help me with the significance of this dream?
Ever Loving & Grieving Dad