I am so very sorry for your loss.
I had a dream. That me and my best friend were driving
through downtown. But 'downtown' was tranformed into how it would appear in the '50's, all X-Files like. And that we looked at each other, and burst out into the most delicious laughter, at how ridiculous the town looked.
We were both scientists, from the same alma mater.
My best friend has been dead for four years. I will never hear his deliciously sarcastic laughter ever again. Multiple Sclerosis can suck my a**. And my heart has stayed heavy.
He never smoked. His number was just up, is all. He was 39.