It’s been one thousand days and well over one hundred weekends. I spent the afternoon at Honey Creek, in the quiet, in the cold, in the stillness. There was no one around and it felt good to sit quietly. And just be.
I had a dream that I was at a noisy paper making facility with big machines and people I didn’t know. I didn’t understand what I was doing there, how I got there or why I was there. I sat down at a table and chair and could feel myself losing it. I was alone in a room full of strangers and chaos. I looked down at the table and said quietly: Charlie? A door opened and Charlie appeared in a suit (!?) and even more handsome than ever. He looked around the room and ran towards me. We kissed and hugged and held each other so tight, we were laughing and crying, so happy to be together again. I asked him about his 1000 days but woke up before he could answer. It was over so quickly yet felt so real. I wanted to stay in bed a little longer, resume the hugging and laughing and feel perfect euforia, even for just one more second. God, I miss him.