Dreams

September the 9th will be the 4th anniversary of my uncle's death. It was not until the other night that I actually started to dream about him and see his face. I also dream about his dog St. John. This morning marks about the third dream that I have had about my uncle and the house where I grew up in Durham. I'm not sure how I feel about things these days. I'm not happy or sad.
Perhaps I'm just accepting the way things are and living in the moment instead of looking at what could have been or should have been.