As many of you know, my best friend, Sue, died 15 years ago. Here's a link to the post marking that day.
15 years ago today
I had a dream about her last night and it was wonderful because it was the first really good one I've had since she died. The others (maybe only two) were fleeting glimpses; nothing of substance.
Last night I got to touch her arm and then we had a great big old hug. She looked great. I would say circa 30s. And that smile. None other like it.
When she walked into the room I made such a big deal about seeing her and she had a confused look on her face. Like "what's all the excitement about?"
I've wanted to dream about Sue for so long but I guess you can't force that kind of thing. I've had dreams of other friends (Marilyn and Dale Orr) and those were great too except they always ended the same way - me realizing that they were dead and then crying. I didn't cry in this one with Sue, though. Interesting.
I wish she'd visit me more often. I sure miss her.