There was a very brief period when I passionately wished I could have her back. It’s been so long that I have trouble remembering when it was. Maybe a dozen years ago? I’m not sure.
I no longer think about her very often — although I’ve written about her before — but I dreamed about her Tuesday night. I have no idea why. As I thought about the dream right after I woke up this morning, my first thought was, “Be careful what you wish for, David.”
In the dream, I still lived in the townhome where I lived for about 20 years in another Birmingham suburb. We had just married and she had moved in with me — but it felt more like a nightmare than a dream.
The narrative was less about her than it was about what she was doing to the space in which I lived. It felt very symbolic of something dark and dangerous going on in my mind and heart.

Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
A year later, late-night phone call and suicide threat still echo in me
Don’t blame politicians; you’re to blame for growth of government
Is this what happens when you teach children there are no absolutes?
Objective reality has now become offensive in dysfunctional culture
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After 15 years and 2,500 articles, I’ve added guide for new readers
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As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine