Last night I dreamt about H. The only part that I remember was our hands touching accidentally, then our fingers clasping. Such a simple gesture of connection.
Those dreams (or dreamlets as I called them} are finally abating. I would hear her say something, touch me, or something and awaken partially and answer or respond to her. And then as I woke more fully, I would say something like, "that didn't just happen, did it"? or "You didn't say or do that just now, did you?" Or- worse - that's right: you're not here anymore, are you?"
Subconscious connection. Took me a while for those synapses to atrophy and disappear. (sigh).
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
