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Memory of the Heart

A few days ago I took a walk for an appointment I had with the manager of the house I live in. It was about a 45 minute walk and thankfully it was a beautiful day to go.

I usually go that way when I go to the church where they give bread away. I haven’t been there since the beginning of summer. I don’t eat bread very often any more and I’ve discovered that I really can do without it more often than I thought.

Well, on the way home from my appointment, I became aware of the steel buildings that I always pass. It’s not the first time I noticed them. It’s just the first time in awhile.They reminded me of a dream I had quite some time ago about my best friend who died from what I believe was a brain tumor.

They’re storage spaces which were exactly like what was in my dream. I even remember which space was hers, which was mine, and which belonged to another lady who used to be a neighbor of ours. Only they weren’t just storage spaces in my dream, we lived in them. Now, if I can remember the rest of the dream, or if I can find where I wrote it down before, I’d like to share it.

It took me a long time to get over her death. To be honest, I’m still not, because when I find out about someone else dying or someone having a brain tumor, especially someone that is the friend of a person I care about, it can trigger the pain of her death. But, it passes quicker now. And I also know that my friend isn’t really gone.