I am proud of Jeannette for so very many reasons especially her time served in the United States AirForce. She was strong and loyal and dependable when she served all over the world.
It is about time I enter another post of my beloved daughter. I have been busy working again and so many things going on.
The other night I had a dream of Jeannette. I was stuck in a pool of tar up to my knees and couldn't get out. As much as I tried to move out of the sticky stuff, I just could not move. I panicked and began to cry for help. Nobody around me but I could see at a distance a flashlight pointing towards me so I flung up my arms waving back and forth and yelling, "Help." I heard another voice yelling, "Help Me." I turned around as best as I could and realized Jeannette's dad was behind me but at a distance and also stuck in the tar. What an asshole, I thought to myself. I can't stand him. I wondered to myself why was he also there. Was he following me? Anyway, a helicopter flew above us and a paramedic lowered himself just above us. He yelled out for us to try and reach as best as we could to him. Low and behold, he pulled up Jeannette's dad from the sticky tar and pulled him up but for some reason the helicopter crashed onto the tar pool. Then I saw a rope close to me and I started to hold on to it and kept pulling myself closer and closer to the end of the tar pool. Finally, I got out of that mess and when I stood up I saw Jeannette holding on to the end of the rope. She is the one that saved me. I yelled out to her, "Nettle, thank you so much." But before I could blink an eye, she was gone. As I walked to safety I cried tears of joy at not being in the tar pool but also because Jeannette had saved me. After, I got into my car I reached for my cellphone and dialed 911 and asked for help for the people that had crashed. Then I drove off and back to my home. When I reached my destination, I woke up. It was a weird dream. Still trying to figure out what it meant.
Just knowing Jeannette was in my dream makes me happy. Missing her so much.
It is about time I enter another post of my beloved daughter. I have been busy working again and so many things going on.
The other night I had a dream of Jeannette. I was stuck in a pool of tar up to my knees and couldn't get out. As much as I tried to move out of the sticky stuff, I just could not move. I panicked and began to cry for help. Nobody around me but I could see at a distance a flashlight pointing towards me so I flung up my arms waving back and forth and yelling, "Help." I heard another voice yelling, "Help Me." I turned around as best as I could and realized Jeannette's dad was behind me but at a distance and also stuck in the tar. What an asshole, I thought to myself. I can't stand him. I wondered to myself why was he also there. Was he following me? Anyway, a helicopter flew above us and a paramedic lowered himself just above us. He yelled out for us to try and reach as best as we could to him. Low and behold, he pulled up Jeannette's dad from the sticky tar and pulled him up but for some reason the helicopter crashed onto the tar pool. Then I saw a rope close to me and I started to hold on to it and kept pulling myself closer and closer to the end of the tar pool. Finally, I got out of that mess and when I stood up I saw Jeannette holding on to the end of the rope. She is the one that saved me. I yelled out to her, "Nettle, thank you so much." But before I could blink an eye, she was gone. As I walked to safety I cried tears of joy at not being in the tar pool but also because Jeannette had saved me. After, I got into my car I reached for my cellphone and dialed 911 and asked for help for the people that had crashed. Then I drove off and back to my home. When I reached my destination, I woke up. It was a weird dream. Still trying to figure out what it meant.
Just knowing Jeannette was in my dream makes me happy. Missing her so much.
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