I know I'm going to die. That is a given, but what hasn't been decided yet is what is going to happen between that point and now. I am Richard, I have had a good life and the years finally caught up to me about three years ago. I am a dementia patient, really bad to the point that most of the time I am trapped within my own little world within my head.
A few days ago I noticed something, in my dream world. All the flowers began to wilt. I think this means that I am going to die soon. I need to do something before I die though. I know I am in a hospital bed inside of my house, at least the physical me. My soul... my mind is trapped in this world. I need to find my way back to the other world, even if it is only for a minute. I need to say goodbye to my son.
I am going to say goodbye, if it is the last thing I do.