Last night I had a dream.
I suppose I actually dream every night, but last night was a little different.
My friend Nancy and I were going somewhere and just before getting in the car,
my friend Heather showed up and said "hi guys!"
Sounds pretty average, until you consider Heather died last month.
So I looked from Nancy to Heather and said, "I have to tell ya, I'm a little freaked out by this."
Heather just laughed her normal laugh and said
"I know, but it's all right. Really, it's ok."
We all smiled,
and I woke up, peacefully.
Intellectually and academically I understand how the brain works, how my subconscious uses my down time while sleeping to process my daily thoughts. And I do think of Heather often. But, I also know the will that Heather has and if she thought we needed to hear something, she was going to come back and tell us. Even God would understand that she needed to take a break from all that help she is giving him, to pop back down here for a minute and let us know everything is ok.