Someone wearing the head of a Chinese dragon and moving around in a squatty way, looking side to side. Or maybe a South Pacific mask? There’s fringe on the ankles and wrists.
Male. He took off the mask and is holding it under one arm and smiling proudly. He had so much fun.
He’s got a great smile and infectious laugh. He’s the life of the party.
Beachball and leather flip flops. Guinea pig or rodent-like creature.
Thick, beautiful hair that everyone was jealous of. He thought a lot of himself, specifically his looks. He calls himself a playboy. He had it, so he flaunted it.
Coin Collection
Mystery dinner — “mom did it.” and he laughs. Helping with the dishes in the kitchen. Mom is sad. Hugging her with sudsy hands.
“All is well. I’m just fine — better than fine. You know that in your heart. You tell yourself that when you are down. It’s OK to listen to that little voice because it’s true. I’m ok. I’m not missing out on anything. I’m there for it all — not just the big stuff but all of the small quiet moments, too. Movies, knitting, reading a book in the sunlight, vacuuming — I’m around, always. Thank you for talking to me. I try to talk back in my way. See me when I do and don’t doubt it’s me. Even if you think you can explain it away — it’s still me reaching out to say hello.”
Something about finding something of his in or under a couch. I don’t think you’ve found it yet. He wants you not to “freak out” when you find it, Not sure if that’s because of the content or the shock of finding something new of his,
Sign: gold dove