I know I said I was going to not write, but I have to get this story out of my head. - It might not look pretty, but it was AMAZING.
I was in Seattle for a week. There for work. BUT, a very, very good friend of mine now lives there.
We have been friends since he was 15 and I was 19. He and his brother are, well, my brothers. Not by blood, but you don't get to choose your relatives. You do get to choose family though.
His first wife was murdered 11 years ago. I've written about her many times. Wrote about the tragedy. Wrote about the wife he married 5 years ago.
He has a little boy now. He and his little boy spent the weekend with me at my hotel. It rained the whole week I was there.
We had so much fun. We did tourist stuff. We swam in the hotel pool. We hung out. We hadn't seen each other in about 3 years.
His first wife's name was Vanessa. Ness.
So of course, I had dreams with her in it. You can't help it. (Or now that I'm sleeping again, I'm dreaming again).
Sunday night, I fly back to Denver. I fall asleep on the plane.
In my dream, I tell Ness to go find Hil. (Hil was the teenage friend who died summer of 2016.) Ness was active and adventurous. And, while in real life, she died at 29. So in my dream, I realized that she was 29. Hil was 18 - they could be friends. They would be good adventurous friends.
They are on the top of a mountain. About to ski off - I tell them to go have fun.
And the plane landed in Denver and I woke up.
Knowing Ness and Hil are off playing. My heart so full...........
