I had a dream about Patrick last night. I will say that I do believe in dreams like this, and feel free to think I'm nuts.
I was in bed, and he kept poking me to wake me up (which was something he always did and thought was hilarious). Once I woke up he he instantly started asking about monster trucks, and certain people. He then popped out with a wallet full of pictures. (Patrick's wallet was always bursting at the seams because it was so full. He had cards, even old and expired ones. Tons of business cards. But very few pictures. In the dream his wallet was bursting at the seems with pictures.) Pictures of family and friends that have passed away. The pictures brought lots of tears, but also a sense of peace. Then he started reminding me about different conversations we'd had in the past. Things that he wanted to do but never got the chance.
The dream was so real that when I woke up I expected him to be sitting at the end of the bed. Reality came rushing back and punched me in the gut. Let me tell you that's a horrible way to wake up (and I couldn't sleep after it). Once the crying subsided, I started thinking about the conversations we used to have. Now I just gotta put all my thoughts together and figure out a place to start, and where to go from there.