The holidays are often a difficult time for some. I fell into this category this holiday season. Being away from family and not having a special someone in my life has made for a somewhat lonely season. I’ve tried to busy myself with friends and chores. I can say my house is spotless including my oven inside and out. All my laundry is done, the beds are all made with clean sheets and the aquariums have all had their change of water. I’ve been doing anything and everything to keep myself busy. I have now settled into a little routine. With the basement being just a tad too cold for comfort I have moved my writing and night hours upstairs to my spare bedroom. I have pulled out my comfy pajamas and a nice reading lamp. Oh it is so comfortable. Butters, Sable and me all curled up. Life is good even when you are alone.
My best friend Daniel to whom I dedicated my book has been visiting me recently in my dreams. In his most recent appearance, we were looking for burial plots and attending burial open houses all in an effort to secure us the best burial plots where we can all be together for eternity. In talking, he begins telling me of his last trip to Mexico. He describes the beaches so perfectly placing a mental image of the scenes in my mind which he is describing. These are beaches I know to be in middle earth. I’m worried that he hasn’t been eating properly. He responds by giving me a platter full of French Fries. I then realize that his description of his last trip to Mexico took place just months before his death and that he is already dead. I realize that the scenes I’m witnessing are of his last days on earth. I then realize that his appearance in my dream is also a vision, a scene placed in my mind.