I need to share this. My son, Pat, broke through my Xanax induced sleep. He told me that he had been trying to get through to me and wanted to let me know that he was OK. He was smiling, happy. I know that i'm not losing my mind. I believe in communications from those we love and lost through our dreams. It has brought me some peace since his visit. Has anyone else had this experience?
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