5:30 am I hear one of the kids going down stairs, I figure it is Kitty so I roll over and go back to sleep.
6:30 my grandchildren get here for me to watch and I wake from a sad dream that has me crying in it.
7:30 Christian comes down stairs and he has been crying.
All three of us were having dreams dealing with Michael's death, in Kitty's dream everyone was dying in it.
What a sad way to start the morning....
My Child has Neurofibromatosis