We all move to the ocean to let uncle die in peace

Date: 4/27/2023

I’m sharing a big house with the girls from the therapy group. It’s somewhere warm, in a place I’ve never been, like Mexico or Brazil. Then it becomes my dad’s place where he, my brother and I moved to take better care of Uncle. Dad’s wheeling him around in his wheelchair. He got a hold of Dr. Matozza. Uncle’s at his last stage, but at least he can now breathe in the magnificent view from the kitchen terrace (the big house we live in is perched on a cliff right by the ocean). It’s a soothing place. Dr. Matozza is doing acting upon Uncle’s cells, to speed up the process basically and reduce the suffering. We’re all very sad, but also very warm and open to share our feelings. It’s nice. Grandpa F. shows up in the kitchen. I know he should be dead, but I still go talk to him. He stands there and shows he’s suffering for his son, but there’s no shame, no discomfort in his energy. He’s wearing his cashmere cardigan and I give him a tight hug to tell him I miss him and I’m so happy to see him again!! My heart fills up with love and affection! Then I find myself just standing in a subway train. I’m just staring at a couple of young children, brother and sister, with their mom and aunt. Il Lost in my thoughts and feel sad, drained and lost… then BFD appears to mi right. He tells me something very sweet and encouraging I can’t remember, but it starts with “babe…”. It instantly makes me feel better! Then I wake up and I’m so thankful to both my grandpa and him!