#178 / 2011 Winter: Albuquerque

FINALLY I DREAM OF JOE

#178

Feb. 25

One of the hardest things I have had to deal with is the absence of Joe in my dreams. When my mother died she came to me in dreams so many times. I think she was communicating with  me.

But Joe proved to be so illusive and it was one month to the day, or night, when I finally had a dream about him:

In my dream I was standing in an anteroom by a large banquet hall. The door to that room was open and I passed through.

I told someone, I don't know who, "I am going to go and see what table Joe has chosen for us." I wanted to see where we were going to sit before the event began. 


But the moment I walked through the door I felt a great emptiness. It was then that I realized Joe  had not been there at all, would never be there. He was gone.