We are haunted, but not by ghosts

I dreamed of my dead son last night. It was either the first time since his death 41 days ago or the first time I remember the dream. I don’t usually remember my dreams, so I attribute some significance to the fact that I remember some of this one.

In the dream, my wife and I had his body with us at a hair dresser. His corpse lay in a chair at the wash basin, and a woman (who in real life is a banker) was…