Coincidence???

I have been putting out messages for everyone to tell me of any dreams, or unusual occurrences and they have been flooding in. I got a really, really unusual one today.
I was sent a message, on Facebook, by a woman, a local woman. She told me she had a dream with Cassi in it. My Cassi was with her daughter and wanted me to know she is okay and the place where she is is beautiful. Turned out her story was so much like mine. Her daughter was a lesbian and suffered from depression. I didn't imagine a story could be more heartbreaking than mine, but she witnessed her daughter shooting herself. Even worse, the child was kept alive on artificial life support for 2 days because the hospital wanted to harvest her organs. She wasn't even an organ donor. She said they didn't even cover the wounds and the 22 bullet was visible on the opposite side of her head where it had entered. Like it didn't make it all the way through. We live in a rural area and when I told her I had just seen a gun on television and broke down she told me she feels the same way with the sound of gunshots. There are a lot of hunters here, so it is horrible for her. I bombarded her with questions and I think I overwhelmed her a bit. I had to calm down and just thank her for sharing the dream and delivering the message. I hope she will talk to me some more. We have so much in common...both of us lost our only child and we are both over 40, too late to safely try to conceive, not that one child could replace another anyway. She is still very, very angry. She told me she wanted to tell me it would get better, but it wouldn't, it would just change.
I had an "outing" today. It wasn't much, but I got dressed and got out of the house. My husband took me to a hair appointment. No one stared at me or asked awkward questions. Actually I kept my head down and no one spoke much except my own hairdresser, which was exactly what I wanted. I even drove part of the way home, the first time. I am afraid of having a panic attack and causing an accident or worse. We also went in Wal-Mart...not a great idea, but we needed to buy some things and I was trying to see what all I could do. As usual, I felt overwhelmed by too many people, kept my head down and tried to be invisible. But what was different was the level of anger I felt, even hate, for people...just walking around, living their lives...my baby deserved that, Also, everywhere I looked I saw Cassi. Passing the pet section...3 years ago (both of us are animal lovers) we saw a sickly looking beta fish...we bought all the stuff we needed and brought him home and nursed him back to health. He was still in his tank in her room when it happened. Even at the checkout, chapstick everywhere...she was addicted to chapstick. I even smelled her perfume...so strong...it made my knees week. I don't know if someone was wearing it or it was a sign from her...she loved the Britney Spears perfume in the pink bottle. From this small amount of activity and my senses overloaded, I took a long nap when I got home, I was exhausted.
Safely back home, in my pajamas with my husband and my dogs nearby, I reminded myself...it's only been a month...it's okay. I did more than I thought I could today, even though it wasn't much. When I can do more, I will do more. I love my baby, I miss my baby and today this was all I could handle.