I'm not quite sure where to post this as it is D related, but more my issue then my CWD's. As I've mentioned before a thousand times my dad was T1 and he passed away in 2008, almost exactly a year before we discovered issues with Samantha's blood sugars. His diabetes was not a good example of what a PWD's life can be. He had lots of issues, he was on dialysis when I was little, had a kidney transplant when I was 9 (1984), had his first heart attack when I was 17, but more then anything else the lows are what hit me the hardest growing up. There were many times when he would go so low he would pass out, and he would have to be taken by ambulance. Usually it was my mom and I dealing with him, and I still remember how solid and heavy he felt once when I tried to catch him as he was falling. I remember thinking how strange it was because he was such a skinny guy. I remember being about 6th grade and he went low when I was home alone with him and I couldn't get him to eat anything. I remember him getting violent once with my mom during a low, thankfully I only saw that once, but she's hinted that it happened more then once. And if you knew my dad you would know how strange that was since he was always mellow and calm. Anyhow, after he passed I prayed and prayed to dream about him because it felt like the only way I would get to see him again. In June when Samantha started insulin I finally had a dream about him, a year and a half after he passed. In my dream he never said a word to me, he just gave me a hug. It was really a comforting dream. Well, last night he was in my dream again, only this one wasn't so good. In my dream his blood sugar was 19 and it was a severe hypo and we could not get him out of it. It was horrible and scary. The only thing I can figure is that Sam's sugars have been crazy the past couple days, high, not low and of course I'm worried about her. So I'm sure in my head I relate her D to my dad's. I just woke up so sad and even typing this out has me in tears. I haven't told any one in my real life about my dream, not even my husband, I'm not sure why. I did feel like I needed to get it off my chest though, so I thought I would post it here. If anyone is reading this, thanks for letting me ramble.