6/17/2014 in 2014

I dreamed, in that strange place between sleep and awake, that I got two letters. Both from Rachael. One I read the whole text of. It was rather practical. The second one was heavy and firm with tightly packed pages. It changed who it was from a few times. The name wasn't very stable. On some level, in that strange world, I knew it was a dream. One of the hardest things to learn is that life is not a book. We don't get explanations. We don't get closure. We don't get a summary that makes everything make sense. Things just happen.
It's very hard to accept.