haunting dreams

It's Monday morning and I am enjoying the peace and quiet of the house. I am still somewhat shaken from the dream that I had last night. It was of me dying. The dream seemed so real that I woke up shaking. This morning I have been thinking about the dream and trying to wrap my head around the thoughts of death. I know from my prognosis, that death is a reality that I could be facing withing the next three to five years. The one question that keeps going through my mind is "how do you ever really say good-bye"? I think about my husband and my children knowing in my heart that leaving them would be the hardest thing. But then who knows when it is our time to go? I keep going back to my original thought. Every day is a gift from God and you should live each day like its your last. And when the time comes for me to go, I pray that my family and friends will know how much I love them and that all of their beautiful faces will be within my spirit and heart forever.