I had a dream about Mom and Dad this morning. First time I've done that. Of all things we were in like an Office Depot or something! I was there already and saw them come in. Susan was there with me and she said, “Is that your Mom and Dad?” So I thought if she saw them, too, it must be real. I went over to Mom and put my arm around her and she told me they were OK. She felt warm and alive. She seemed so real—it seemed so real--she and Dad standing there in the store looking at stuff. I was always running into them around town at Walmart or wherever. Then Sophie woke me up L and I didn't get to finish it. I wonder what else she would've said? Maybe I’ll dream about them again. I hope so.



I talked to Uncle Bill and Aunt Pat again yesterday. Bill was having a good day. Barb and Philip and their families and Uncle Tom had been there visiting. He sounded tired but in a good mood.



Things are starting to bloom here in southern Indiana. The Bradford Pears and the Dogwoods are just coming out. Went to Mom and Dad’s yesterday afternoon—nothing blooming there yet.

Here Dogwood was always kind of iffy anyway. Unfortunately, the Arborvitae trees she planted last year don’t look well. She wasn’t happy with them when she planted them. They’ll probably have to come out. Her plants in the basement will have to be moved to the patio soon.



Susie