Frank doesn't show up in my dreams much at all. But when he does, it's a powerful dream. I'm not one who talks about dreams at all, but this one just struck at my heart. It went like this: I learned that Frank was "out there," that there was a chance that I could see him in three years. The dream vaguely had him in a prison, and that I came across an address for which he could receive my letters. That gave me hope that I could communicate, and he would be returning in three years.
Then I woke up. It was 3:41am. Frank's dead, I realized. He's not coming back. It was all a dream.
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