Early this morning I dreamt that Philip and I found out he would die later that night.
He went to help me fix a problem we had with the sheep. He went into his office to take care of some paper work. I went to him and we held each other.
So many people came to our house, Keith and Kathy, Uncle Larry, different cousins and friends. They milled around the tiny house. I beckoned Philip and he joined me to sit on the little couch, putting his arm around me as Keith offered to read some scripture.
Then I woke up.
His warm embrace was so real.