It’s been an interesting sort of week spent with Jeff, well that’s what Jillybean and I are going with.
Sunday night dinner at Jillybean and Mike’s with three cats affectionate with me. One that apparently is not into anyone and was climbing me. This is unusual for me, they don’t usually like me, I must put out an “I’m a dog person vibe” and I am allergic. But cats always LOVED Jeff. And even though they were all over me and the ceiling fan was going which usually would have sent my allergies into high alert in minutes because I had forgotten to take a Zyrtec, there was nothing. Not a sneeze, not an itchy eye or swollen throat. Weird.
Monday afternoon an on the spur suggestion by a friend that we just go NOW and visit Jeff’s resting place at Honey Creek Woodlands which was incredibly peaceful and felt right.
Then this morning I had a dream that was just like nothing had happened to separate us. I’ve had one other dream that I remember about him, right after he died and he was angry with me for bothering him. He stood in a doorway dressed ready to cover a fall football game and glared at me. But in this morning’s dream, I was packing for a mission trip to the South Pole with Mike and Linda. (I’m planning on going on the Haiti medical mission trip this year) Anyway, as happens in dreams, Jeff just was there, like he had always been, sweet and goofy and things were like they used to be maybe coming home after covering a late game…He was smiling and teasing me about not having the packing done yet and forgetting to get water – I guess I think you need to take water to the Pole! We were taking a blue cockatiel with us, these do not exist here, but oh he loved his little birds. He said he was dead, but that he wasn’t going to die again. I asked him if he was going to go back to working at the paper and that’s when my Conscience Self, drat her, came in and said “Wait, that doesn’t happen, he’s dead, he can’t go back to work” and I woke up.
I don’t know what it all means. He won’t die again? a lot of possibilities come to mind. It’s been pointed out many times that Jeff is so close to me, just not physically present. Right now, it’s making me cry with longing, but it was nice at the moment of the dream to know that warm intimacy of time with him just living and that’s what I need to hold in my heart.
I just have to take it as it comes and roll with it, and Jillybean said wisely next time not to wake myself up. AMEN to that sister!