It's like they're all there

Dec. 30, North Bottomlands, Howard Buford Recreation Area

Just waiting for leftover dinner to heat up in the oven. And waiting to see if my brain has anything to offer to this blog today. It’s become a kind of stupid point of pride, I guess. I want to blog something every day, but then again I don’t want to be boring. Hah.

Today I had a nap dream involving an old friend/co-worker from my former job at the natural foods store—Ron. We were talking outside in the store parking lot. At some point it occurred to me that Ron has been deceased for most of a decade. And I called him out on it—“Hey, you’re dead! Right? You’re dead!!” He just gave me a sly smile, turned around, and walked into the store, his white hair morphing into black—which it was when I first met him, many years ago. Strange and rather hilarious.

Ron’s not the only dead friend who has visited my dreams lately. There’s been Joe and David, too. It’s like they’re all there, just on the other side—and they visit on occasion!