dream dream, dream a big world. full of hope and joy and desparation and misery and hope and love and growth . a world that you left too fast. your casket I passed.i just seen you and you smiled and your eyes were slanted we both knew what was up.
i dreamt that this was not reality. that old was young and young was old so you indeed died at the right time.
i asked if you were there if you knew and if you seen the outpour of love for you. i have a reoccuring vision of the casket closing and i hear your voice and i see your smile and i want to jump up and say hey she cannot breathe what are you doing? i kept a dry eye the entire time and i wailed later for you and for them and for those to come.selfishly taking into consideration and coming to grips with my own immortality.
it's unfortunate.it is and i pushed this out from somewhere in an effort to speak to cope to try and understand that which is not for me to understand.this is still the initial shock.
anyone and eventually everyone will be next. I hope though not as violently. I want to look in the obituaries and see the smiling faces of age and death by natural cause.
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