I could just kick myself

I had a dream the other night about Tim. In the dream, something was wrong and he needed help. All day yesterday, I had a weight in my stomach that wouldn't go away and that nagging feeling that something was wrong with him wouldn't leave. I wanted to call his cell phone last night and leave a message that I was worried about him. I know that I am not supposed to call him - his words not mine - but I thought a message would get the point across. Anyhow, I didn't make that call last night, so I thought I would try today. Dippy me didn't call his cell, I dialed his work number so I had to talk to him. When he picked up the phone, I didn't recongize his voice (although it's been 7 months since I talked to him). I started off apologizing for calling and felt like an idiot.

He then went into this story about his wife needing an operation and that she was really upset about it. They had been talking about having kids and this operation will leave her without the ability to have them.

Thinking about it now, I shouldn't have called. Although it's nice to know that I still have the ability to call him. I really miss Pete...