ALLISON

I had the weirdest of dreams (weird super!).  What made it significant is that it recurred several times. Even after three or four waking moments, it dragged on.  I tried to convince myself it was just one of those images and stories, but apparently I got confused somewhere...

My husband was showing me pictures of a pretty child, not even a year old, supposedly our "third" who died from illness. The  unexpected death of Allison (now, where did the name come from!?) impliedly caused my mental disorientation.  Upon my recovery, aptly while recuperating, people kept me away from anything that reminded me of her.  In fact, i was made to believe I only had two girls.  People lied to me so I won't hurt.  When others unknowingly asked about my Allison, i began my quest for truth and her pictures just drove me back to a pain so great I wished for death...

Points to Ponder:

1.  Sadly, my loved ones cannot shield me from pain all the time.  Even my greatest ally is not "Superman."  Yes, he said so in one of our casual conversations.  It's about time I stopped believing somebody is there for me, always and forever.(Yeah, that's bullshit!).  

2.  Keeping to my honest convictions and staying strong, as i am wont to, might work against me oneday.  What I don't know won't hurt me.  Perhaps, I should stop going for the thrill of that "one last kill!"  Maybe, just maybe...some things are not worth fighting for.

3.  Now, what could Allison mean?  A brain-child, maybe.  So which of "those" died in the hands of others, and nobody told me?  Allison means noble.  Some of my noble intentions have to die. Some things great and pure and beautiful have to end, unless I will to meet my death.

Goodbye, Allison. Know that I have loved you like no mother ever could...