Friday, January 04, 2008
Last night I had a very vivid dream about Rob. He was dead but he didn't know it. Yes, just like in The Sixth Sense (Hope I didn't ruin the ending for anyone.). He was eating and laughing and, of course, drinking. He still had his dreadlocks (I'd venture to guess that the reason I dreamt about him at all is because yesterday I wore my leather jacket in the pocket of which I keep one of his dreadlocks.) But other live people could see him too, and they didn't know he was dead either. So I had to tell everyone, including Rob. That sucked. One girl screamed and turned into a little screaming doll when I told her. Which was quite convenient because I didn't like her at all, and in doll form I was able to break her arms and legs and head off.
I woke up thinking about all of the things that Rob has missed in the past three and a half years. Things that he would be proud of (Me starting my own business, Mike and Christy's daughter, Mel and Jim's daughter) and tickled about (The iPhone, the Wii, both a woman and a black man running for president, the I am Legend movie). I wonder if he would like Lily Allen or not. I wonder if he would keep up a MySpace page. And I'm glad that I'm still here to experience all of these things myself. I'm thankful that the grief of death has touched me a little less than it has many of my friends. I miss Rob something awful, but I am a better person for having known him.
I woke up thinking about all of the things that Rob has missed in the past three and a half years. Things that he would be proud of (Me starting my own business, Mike and Christy's daughter, Mel and Jim's daughter) and tickled about (The iPhone, the Wii, both a woman and a black man running for president, the I am Legend movie). I wonder if he would like Lily Allen or not. I wonder if he would keep up a MySpace page. And I'm glad that I'm still here to experience all of these things myself. I'm thankful that the grief of death has touched me a little less than it has many of my friends. I miss Rob something awful, but I am a better person for having known him.
Labels: Navel Gazing
idyllicchick, 7:21 AM
2 Comments:
Anonymous, at Jan 4, 2008 11:23:00 AM
Oh, sweetie - many hugs to you. I wish I had known him better in the later years - he seemed like a really spectacular person.
On his birthday last year, I got a bit weepy, poured a nice glass of booze, and toasted to him, thanking him for the wonderful friendships and experiences he brought to me when I searched for his obit and found a fun little blog called Snarkland. I think that might've tickled him a bit. I just wish the circumstances were different.
Much love to you, sweetie!
On his birthday last year, I got a bit weepy, poured a nice glass of booze, and toasted to him, thanking him for the wonderful friendships and experiences he brought to me when I searched for his obit and found a fun little blog called Snarkland. I think that might've tickled him a bit. I just wish the circumstances were different.
Much love to you, sweetie!
hug hug
marie