A couple of nights ago I had a really nice dream. It started out a bit strange because it took place in my Grandma Marie's (who has passed on) driveway. I was sitting in a truck surrounded by all these guys that I didn't know, the only exception was my husband who was sitting next to me. I kept thinking to myself, "Where is Boz?" I got out the truck when I finally saw him. I gave him a big hug (I could actually really feel the hug in my dream) and said "Please don't go. I don't want you to leave." He said, "I'll help you through it." Then I woke up. It was sad and good all at the same time.