Mighty Bond*

I had a dream about a friend.  We were talking one minute and the next I learned she was dead.  When I woke up, I sent her a text message which is a smiley face.  She replied asking me to give her a hug because she is very stressed out.  And if I can go meet her.  So I changed my plans for the day to see her.  It was a 1 1/2 hour ride to and 2 1/2 hour back.  But it was worth it.

I admit I'm the kind of person who likes to stick to schedule.  I can get quite rattled, not to mention grumpy, when my schedule suddenly changes.  But at that moment, I felt it was sign.  I just had to do it.  The dream made me think about how easy it is for something to slip away and you cannot do something about it.  Even if you "cry a river", you cannot bring something back.

I never told her about it and probably never will.  But it will be a story I tell others in the hope that I can cause a ripple of change before things are too late for those who are like me.



*not the sticky substance