Wow, Mary. Very thought-provoking piece.

After my twin brother died (from an assited suicide by my sociopathic brother and narcissistic mother), I pleaded for Steve to come to me in my dream.

It took four months but the dream was quite vivid. I asked him what "it" was like and he said it was "gross." He said it was because of the way he died. But he was so happy to see me and we embraced for a long time. I wokdeup happier.

I wrote about it in my published memoir : Beside Myself-Recovery From My Family Betrayal and Estrangement.