I saw him again.
Yes, he showed up in my dreams again. He looked well and was clad in a white shirt. He was just staring at me - blank and emotionless. I tried to motion, as if daring him to tell me what's wrong - or tell me anything at all but my body grew stiff, staring back at his blank face. I recognized that face, that built. The first and last time I saw him was back in 2003, when he was no longer breathing and everyone who knew him was mourning.
Now, I am scared.
The last time I checked, he was never in my thoughts. I don't have any memories of him - we were never introduced, most of those in that household, I don't know him personally... I just knew him by name.
My afternoon nap was halted. I woke up feeling cold and really scared. The moment I got hold of myself again, I grabbed my BIV and prayed - whispering a heartfelt prayer for his soul.
Having lost so many loved ones already to Death, I have learned that our life here is just really temporary. While I don't welcome Death just yet, I am aware that everyone has to go through that. And I am pleased that he, who just showed up in my dream, is in a better place now.
And I'd like to think that he was just visiting.
