Last night, in my sleep, I visited with my lifelong friend, Danny, who has been gone from this realm for almost 7 years. I remember walking up to the table at which he sat and feeling disbelief that he was actually there. I was able to talk with him, laugh with him and experience him so vividly that I asked myself, “Did *I* die??”
Hearing him laugh, hearing his voice, looking into his beautiful brown eyes and witnessing his mischief up close and personal was bittersweet. When I awoke, there were tears on my face. Tears to have to say goodbye again mixed with tears of joy for having the opportunity to share time with him again.
I don’t feel like I’m all the way here yet. When I travel like that, it takes awhile for all of me to catch up. I feel a longing and a tugging at my heart to be able to talk to him again.
I sure do miss him.
