My father passed away unexpectedly at a young age a few months ago. He overstepped from a motion. I was home when it was happening.
Every night I have dreams that I am having a stroke and in the same fear and panic my father had. I feel so much empathy for the room he felt the last moments of his life.
If I’m not dreaming of myself dying, I am dreaming he is still alive. That he survived the stroke. Then I wake up and have to face the harsh world that he didn’t actually survive the blow. Heartbreak over and over again.
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