I thought of you again last night, it was not unlike other times of stress when for some reason I feel your presence. So how are you, Carol? It's been 5 years since you died. Feels like 500.
Thanks for the messages, I think I understand but some are confusing. Of course, I expect that, still being ruled by this corporeal brain, and you having shed yours - I know you're happy in a sense I'll never know till I see you again. If I have eyes. But surely I'll know it's you.
Remember my Mother? I guess you know she died shortly after you did. Do you commune at all, can you? Have you finally met my Father? Are they still fighting? Is the life-after-death as predictable as this one? Guess I'll know soon enough.
Carol I'm playing tug-of-war with my heart, I don't understand why I'm losing my hair and my bones, I don't like the way everything hurts so much, I stumble when I walk, I miss the way life used to feel and most of all, I think I've lost something very integral to my soul. Tell me it's a phase and I'll gladly believe. Tell me in a dream. I like dreams, I depend on them. Why haven't I been dreaming lately? Something's wrong...everyone dreams.
I'm breathing in and out of a world I don't recognize, and I miss you. We're still friends, yes? Is your higher form uninterested in my humanity? Or was your death just another step toward something finer, better, more than human...? Carol, I'm impatient for life!
Tell me in a dream...