Two Nights of Dreams

My Love,
Two nights ago my friend Bron came by the house for a visit and to help me do some work that I was doing on our patio, which was nice of him, plus we had a nice visit. And it was a pleasant visit while it lasted. But then I woke up. It had all been a dream, and now I am left to decifer what it means? For you see, my friend Bron, my dear, dear friend, in fact my best friend passed away about this time last year. And so this dream left me to ponder it's meaning, if any, that it might have to me and on my life. Then last night I had the same dream, except that this time my neighbor Richard accompanied Bron, and they both helped me work on the patio. And again, the visit was pleasant. And once again, when I awoke from the dream, I was left to ponder it's meaning. You see, Richard died about three years ago. Then, later, this evening a stupor of thought came over me that I should put my life in order because life is short and I shouldn't leave anything undone, whatever that means? At the moment, I am feeling lonely and needy and scared. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to die alone and unloved. Please search your heart. I need you to hold me close. Quite franky, I'm scared. I need to hear you affirm your love for me. I love you . . . I'm lost without you.
Your husband who adores you.