I had a dream about Dzaidziu last night. In eight days it will be one year since he passed. In that year I haven't dreamed about him at all. It was so real. It was almost like he was really here until my waking brain kicked in and reminded me that he wasn't alive anymore.
Dreams like that are sometimes disconcerting, but this one was not. I felt calm. I don't remember much other than the emotions and they were reassuring. I only remember walking with him are arms linked just like when we used to walk out of church every week. I miss him a lot today. He was such a calm and wise presence in my life.
I love you Dzaidziu.
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