I turned 50 yesterday. My sister and friend Monique planned a girls party, and we ate fabulous food, told stories, and laughed plenty. Mom gave me her best China, packed in a storage container, and Jenny gave me a killer set of tools. I cried a little when Bob Dylan sang “Where have you been my blue eyed son” in the background. That’s always been my favorite Dylan song, and of course, it made me think of Nik.
Last night, Nik came to me in my dreams. He had on a white mask. He seemed surprised to see me, and didn’t say anything. He reached across the table, and clasped my hand. I woke up sobbing, but was grateful for his gift.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment