We went to a dance on Saturday, the first one since our friend Fred died. There was a beautiful picture of him from a past dance camp, looking relaxed and happy, smiling as I remember him.
I dreamed about him sometime this weekend -- not the "I've come back briefly to tell you I'm ok" kind of dream I usually have. In this dream, he was just there, comfortable and happy, ok in his own way, smiling, part of the whole. The dream was reassuring in any case, and I suppose it did make me feel slightly better in the end.
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