Today...November 26...the official two year mark.
I had another dream about him last night. Well, it was actually a dream about getting audited by the IRS and he showed up to offer support after the stress landed me in the hospital.
So, for now, it's too early to know how I feel. I'm kind of afraid to get out of bed this morning for fear of feeling sad, and afraid to stay in bed for fear of dreaming about how the audit turned out. Good grief.