I dreamt about Bob. I don't have dreams about him often, but when I do, they're vivd. He was alive, but still sick. He'd come back, but he was still going to die. He knew. We knew.
The thing that struck me most about the dream was that he was so at peace, just like he was when it actually happened. The other thing that struck me, upon waking, was that he chose to do nothing differently than he had the first time he died.
Essentially, he came back, he saw me, he spent time with us, and he died again, but everything was the same except that he knew that he was going to go through the same process again.
When I woke up, I told my boyfriend about the dream and he asked if I was okay. Oddly, I was. In fact, it was one of the most peaceful dreams I've had. I think because Bob was at such peace in the dream, it gave me a sense of peace.
Tonight, as Peanut was having a hard time, missing her dad, I relayed this story to her. I think it's important to remind her that her father was at peace with his death. He would have given anything to have more time with his family, but knowing that wasn't possible, he made peace with his passing.