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I must remember this...
It was the briefest of dreams but it crackled and was as tangible as my eighty- pound black fur snoring machine that lay next to me, and it made me smile. Even after Howard Stern started to give me his gentle nudge that he does every morning, I wasn’t thrown into the usual early morning ice skid of the truth but I was smiling, and fulfilled.

Usually the covered wagons don’t settle down long enough to build a fire for a dream, and in the past two years and two months, to the day, there’ve been woefully few that featured Billy as the star attraction. But this morning, at dawn, for a few fleeting moments…

At no place in particular, I was standing a few paces away from Billy and we were facing one another. We approached and I took his face in my hands and we kissed; the staccato rhythm was all our own. He was warm and real, and when I woke up, I could swear I still felt that familiar little tickle of his mustache. Yeah. That made me smile. And thankful.
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lapalomita From: lapalomita Date: March 22nd, 2004 12:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow, sweetie. That just made my heart ache. I'd like to think this was his way of letting you know, "I'm ok. I'll see you soon." *great big bear hug*
quuf From: quuf Date: March 22nd, 2004 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)


Years ago, I worked with a bona fide character (four marriages, 13 kids, multiple businesses, swore like a trooper) who died at 73. His Filipino widow and I became close, and she's come to regard me as her fifth son. She's a mestiza, with green cat eyes and a slightly flared nose.

In the middle of the night, she tells me, her late husband will poke her while she's lying in bed. "Stop that, Jim!" she yells, to no avail. He continues to do it, ten years after his death. In life, he had a puckish sense of humor. Why not now?

Every night, she prays the rosary while falling asleep. One morning, she woke up with the beads caught in her buttcrack. One of her sisters thinks the devil put them there, but she and I think it was Jim who did it.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: March 22nd, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Lovely

Whoop! Now that's a wake-up call. Her sister gives the devil far too much credit for a sense of humor. I think it was Jim, too.
ubermunkey From: ubermunkey Date: March 22nd, 2004 06:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
beautiful bud, very nice entry and I'm glad that you are at a place where you can experience it.

be well
fabulist From: fabulist Date: March 22nd, 2004 07:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nearly there. Keep listening.
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