I am awake, I am alive, but for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t want to get out of bed. It wasn’t because I went to bed too late. It wasn’t because I was tired or being lazy. I simply wanted to continue visiting with my friend.

In my dreams, we shared a meal just as we had done so many months ago. He had much to say, much to do and yet he had time to listen, just as he had done then. And just like then, he was excited to sing.

And sing he did, as he had hundreds of times before. He sang for and like his ancestors, the ones he now walks with, and all I could do was smile and dance, even if only in my mind.