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Dreaming, Healing & Laughing

I don’t know if you have ever read anything that I’ve written about my best friend Janet, who died in September of 2004. I’ve written a few blog posts about her in the past couple of years. It’s become easier to share our story as time as passed and I’ve had the chance to heal.

Her birthday was on Christmas Eve and because of that and the death of my Bunny in October, I’ve been thinking about Janet more often.

We had some great and fun times together. But she corrupted me. No, I’m just kidding. I’m the one who chose to smoke pot with her that one night. Only that one time. We did more laughing than talking. Laughing about nothing and about our two little girls (also best friends)eating mini marshmallows off her kitchen floor. For some reason it cracked us up.

I still feel somewhat sad knowing that she’s no longer here physically, but, I know she’s OK. She’s come to me in several dreams which helped me to believe this to be true. I wrote about one such dream a couple of years ago. This one was when I dreamed of either steel or metal buildings that were for storage. We, along with our belongings, were the storage. It was where we lived. Each on our own compartment. You can read more about it here.

When we lived close to each other, our apartments were only separated by a couple of sidewalks. We on the other hand, were almost inseparable. Except when she had a migraine, which was too often. Even the neighbors knew that we were close, not only by distance, but our friendship as well. Boy, do I have some stories I could tell.

It’s been almost a year and a half since I wrote about that dream and right now I’m feeling at peace and full of love for Janet. It’s a relief that the mourning has ended and now I can think about her without crying. And write some of our stories for you. Unless I’m already emotional. Thankfully I haven’t thought of her during those times. She’d want me to laugh, anyway.

I just want to savor this moment full of memories of the fun times we had. Sometimes I’ve wondered how we got along so well. The truth is, we didn’t. But, for the most part, we knew there was a reason for our paths crossing. It was a synchronistic meeting which took many years to occur.

It was the right time and the right place for both of us. We needed each other. Little did we know that we may have known each other as children. And that’s just one of the stories.