When I asked them about where my mother's quilting stuff would go they told me they were building a house in Sanford. I thought it was going to be a pain in the neck going to visit them.
Last night I dreamed I was visiting my brother in Iraq (he's NOT there...yet.) and a bomb was detonated close to him. He wasn't blown up but a piece of shrapnel caught a major artery in his left leg and he bled to death. I thought detatchedly how lonely life was going to be without him.