In dreams.....

... I walk with you..... In dreams I talk to you....

Close to 7 years ago my Uncle died quite suddenly. He lingered for 7 days in the ICU. We were hoping that he would come out of his coma. My dad said his spirit is lost and needs a way to come home. How true. After his death I had to make all the arrangements for his wake and cremation. With no kids the responsibility fell to me. Strike that,it was my honor to do so. My father was stunned as was the rest of my family. I closed my heart and did what had to be done. At the wake I attended to family and friends the best I could. I was near the washrooms when a little neighbor girl stopped and looked at me with the wisdom of the saint and said "I don't want him to be dead." I dropped to my knees and cried. Every thing I had inside for the last week came pouring out in front of this little one. I cleaned up and went out in my best smile. ..... After every one was gone I stayed and kissed him on the cheek and whispered my goodbyes. Even now his ashes are in my house under my care. Every now and the I'll talk to him and tell him the news of the world. I wish I could have said so many things to him before his demise.

The reason for all this is every now and them he pops in to my dreams. Even in the dreamtime I know he is dead. It is nice to see him even if it is only for a few seconds at a time. Those dreams always knock me for a loop the next day.