I’m not a big boohoo-er, not a big weeper when I see a sappy commercial or sad movie. I woke from a dream this morning and burst into tears. The dream felt so real that waking to reality was just a sharp smack in the face.
I have a friend that I used to be super close with…movie dates, meals, hanging out, stupid private jokes…a friend for a long time. Friend partnered up, and friend’s partner doesn’t dig me, so all those magical times are no more. Hell, it’s rare that I lay eyes on my friend in person anymore.
In my dream, it was the present day, but all of this was different. Friend’s partner wasn’t in the dream. There was adventure. There was laughter. There was wasted time drinking coffee and making snarky jokes. It felt so good. In my dream, I remembered just how important this person was in my life and what a void the absence had created, how freaking whole the world felt with my friend back.
And then I woke up. Damn. Ouch. The feeling was like grieving, only this person is alive and well. Holy crap, wow, it hurt my heart and soul. Grieving for the departed living.