I dreamed about Chris last night for the first time in a
very long time.
I was just getting
home to my apartment. I opened the door, entered, and walked over to the
telephone when I saw Chris on the couch. He rose up, approached me, placed each
of his hands on my upper arms, smiled and said, “So…It’s okay for me to go now.” He immediately grabbed his own side, his
cheeks turning red from a sudden cramp. My tears flowed instantly, warm on my
face, and I felt the crushing, defeating sadness I felt in life after we all
knew his doctors were discontinuing his chemo treatments. I said, “How?” and
he said, “Iodine.”
Then I woke up.
I have to admit, I’m a bit teary today because of my dream,
but I love dreaming about him because it’s like seeing him, again, even if it
is eleven years later and I have been happily remarried for the past five
years.
Here’s to Chris. You are within me always and forever. And I will love you for the duration.
