I was just a little girl, growing up. In love with Donnie Osmond and Bobby Sherman, my Crissy doll and all my Barbie dolls. I was bashful, yet loved to be the center stage. I was never interested in boys, mainly because I didn't think they'd like me. I daydreamed alot. I had this beautiful Fantasy Land that I lived in most of the time.
When I started getting older, high school, my Fantasy world got bigger and more beautiful. I had a kind heart, a longing to be loved, and started finding out that I was extremely talented.
Then my Dad left. That changed the course of my life forever. I felt abandoned, unloved by my mother, and constantly rejected. It was then that I started having dreams of me in my Fantasy world, a beautiful, peaceful, enchanting, anything was possible place. One night in my dream a man appeared, I thought he was a Prince. I couldn't see his face, but he was strong and gentle. I was 15 yrs. old when I started dreaming of this man without a face. I had those dreams for 7 more years. The same one. A man walking towards me with his hands held out to me, and though I couldn't see his face, I trusted him. I could just feel his energy, that he was never going to hurt me. Then just as quick as he appeared in my sleep, he left, and I wasn't going to see that man in my dreams for another 27 yrs.
I met Craig when I got on his bus to the casino. He looked at me and told me that I was the one he was going to marry. Well to make a long story short, we got together and moved in with each other.
We were so in love. Then a life threatening liver disease put him in a coma. I found him almost dead one day, arriving home from work, called the paramedics and we rushed to the hospital. I was instantly lost, terrified that the man I loved with all my heart was going to die.
The doctor came out of the emergency surgery and told me he was in a coma and there was nothing else he could do for him. I just fell to the floor. All the memories of Craig and I just whizzed through my head. My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest. I just wanted to lay down with him and go where ever he was in his coma.
I didn't leave him for 5 days. Then finally my kids made me go home to get some rest with the promise that they would stay there and watch over him. I went home and got on my hands and knees and tearfully prayed to God all night. I asked Him not to take his life, I begged Him, I bargained with Him, I made promises, I threatened Him, I pleaded with Him, I was out of my mind and extremely tired. I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m. I slept all day. But that day while I was asleep, I had a dream. The same dream I had when I was a little girl. It was the same man. Dressed like a prince, with both of his hands drawn out to me, and I was crying. And I was dressed in this beautiful white dress, with white flowers in my hair in the middle of a field of white flowers. And as he drew nearer to me, he had a face, it was Craig's face, and he was smiling. He told me not to cry, that he promises he won't leave me and that he loves me with all his heart, and those hands that reached out for me when I was a little girl were now embracing me ever so tightly. And I just melted in his arms.
About 3:00 that day, my daughter arrived and had to wake me up, I instantly started crying. She said "Mom, someone wants to see you right away" and she started to cry and got the biggest smile on her face. Craig came out of his coma. I just looked up to the sky and smiled, and started laughing and crying so hard, so uncontrollably.
When I walked into his room, our eyes were just locked on each other. I walked over to him and he said to me "I told you I wouldn't leave you" and we've lived happily ever after. In fact this summer we are traveling to Ireland to get married in that field of white flowers.
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