[Trigger warning: death of parent, loss grief.]
[Spoiler alert: some details about the book “Heat Wave” by TJ Klune.]
Last night I had one of the sweetest moments in a dream ever.
In the past couple of evenings, the parts I’ve been reading in the book “Heat Wave” (the third book in The Extraordinaries trilogy by TJ Klune) have been very sensitive and particularly touching for me: one involving the main teenage character Nick and his father reliving the loss of Nick’s mother, grieving together, actually crying together and holding each other; the other being a very sweet, partly humorous, and explicitly detailed description of the first time Nick and his best friend & boyfriend Seth have sex.
Last night, in one of those dreams where you’re half-awake, I actually saw and felt my current self sitting on the couch reading that book to my younger self, to the boy me, to the teenage me. Wrapping my arms around little boy me, holding teenager me.
It felt so, so sweet and so powerful but with that power that comes from sweetness, from love, from a calm, safe, tranquil strength. I can still feel it now.
And I’m crying now as I write this, tears pouring freely at last after days of what maybe was suppressed grief and/or semi-numbness.
The Little Prince and the Fox 