On the 22nd of June 2014, I dreamt that my wife disappeared.
I'm not sure what led to the dream, maybe from the very recent and sudden loss of my papa on 24th May 2014 after a short battle for his life from 7th to 24th May.
Whatever it is, I was crying in the dream, very anxious, very lost.
It was so painful and anxiety-provoking that I woke up crying, and crying for my wife...and I was so glad to have her just next to me, to hug me and hold me and to assure me.
It's not easy. Even as I write this article, days after the dream, I still cringe.
And I think about my mum, who just lost her husband of 30 plus years - how is she going to cope? How is she going to go on? How? For me, I've known my wife for 6 years and a dream of losing her is already so painful, I can't imagine my mum's pain of an actual loss that is irreversible.
It's not just a dream.
Though I wish it was.
Papa, I do wish you were here. I wish you were still here.
Papa, how I miss you.
I love you, and here I am, sending out all the warmest love and thoughts across the universe, to you in heaven.
Let's catch up later.
In the meantime, I'm going to spend as much time with my beloved wife as possible, to treasure whatever moments we have with each other, until the day we hopefully, pass on together.
I can't imagine life without her.