We stole every waking moment of the prior evening giggling about our past, expressing genuine love for each other, and discussing the unknown future: life after death...for both of us.
He assured me his heart would rest in peace and wanted to ensure mine would live with peace, regardless of understanding.
We enjoyed an extraordinary spread of Brick Oven delights, but the company is what captured my memory. If only I could share one more moment with him.
He occasionally visits me in my dreams. Usually in a serene park setting, he'll be standing near a tree, or leaning against a car in the parking lot. But we don't speak, and we never touch. He just observes from a short distance. His face looks vibrantly youthful, he remains calm, and he is free from suffering. That makes me happy. The faint smile he offers when our eyes meet brings me comfort beyond measure.
Every time, no matter the dream setting, his countenance remains the same; he does not change. And I feel an overwhelming expression of love.
Then I wake up and cry just a little. Oh, how I do miss him.
Today marked the beginning of the brief season of his end, but I am grateful to know that our earthly end is just the beginning of an eternity...together, forever, as family.
