Wake-up call
I woke up at around one o’clock this morning crying because of some bad dream. In my dream, my husband and his brother died almost simultaneously at different places, but of the same cause: vehicular accident. My brother-in-law was ran over by a car, whereas my husband was ran over by a truck as he was running after my eldest daughter, trying to save her from that same truck. It was so bizarre! As soon as I started crying in my dreams, especially because of the latter, I could no longer stop myself from doing so. I lay awake in bed for a few minutes, trying to sort my feelings and the details of the dream. In the last part of my dream, as I was crying out loud, various questions ran through my head: why did it have to be my husband? How would I raise my children now, especially that I do not have a steady income of my own? Is my husband truly saved? I woke up at the last question and realized that I’ve been …