Every night I dream of something new, a mother who is tending my wounds, but not quite my mother.  An old man who goes fishing with me, yet he is no one I know.  Every dream I have though is of the same strangers.  Until one night I met this man at a local bar, and he had the sweetest smile in the world in fact every woman in the bar was watching him hoping he would walk up to them, and say hello.  This is the kind of man that sets the room a glow with warmth and happiness that everyone wants to get a taste of.  Instead of the other woman in the room though he walked up to me, and asked me if he could sit by me.  Of course I said yes because when does someone so kind looking ever ask to sit by someone like me.  After that day we started to hang out more, and more and then we were dating until years later we got engaged.  The night of our marriage we both layed down to rest, and then when I dreamed I was walking in the apartment, and I looked in a mirror, and there he was staring back at me, but he was younger here that's when I knew this was the man who I was meant to be with for the rest of my life however long that may be.  Eventually I grew up to be a modern day housewife with 3 beautiful children, and my loving husband.  My family was the light of my world.  Then one day me and my spouse went to a bank to get some money for our grandaughters 1st birthday.  She was our first grandchild, and yet we had reached a mile stone in our lives with some sort of accomplishment.  We were actually going to live our lives to the fullest, but was it actually being lived to the fullest or was it all a dream.  When we finally reached the counter tops a man came running in with a gun yelling everyone to get to the ground.  I immediately fell to the floor, but my husband did not do the same.  He stood his ground which infuriated our captor he yelled once more for him to get on the ground, but he did not do it.  He looked at me with a sad smile, and said "i'm sorry my love we reached our milestone, but I can no longer be in this place with hatred.  I am defeated."  Right when he said those words the bullet shredded a whole in his chest.  I cried out in agony.  We were so happy weren't we?  Why couldn't he have just listened?  I never did find out why he chose to die.  Five months later I died of an overwhelmingly painful cancer, but as I was dying I remembered his smile from the first night we met.  The smile of my James.