I can't remember my dreams from the past couple of nights. I hope that is a good thing. I'm on enough of a ride right now without the dreams adding to it. Just when I think I'm ready to move on, find a new ride, a new park, something from the old park and ride pass through my life and remind me of what used to be. I miss what I thought at the time was the good stuff and am still so very angry about the cracked foundation on which it all was built. 

The difference last night was my mind wouldn't let me stay in the past. It reminded me of what is better now and didn't let me stay stuck in the memories of the crash and injuries. Maybe I'm ready to find a new park and start a new foundation. I sure hope so. 


And I try to remember that grieving and moving on are processes and take time, with some setbacks occurring throughout both.