Remember to Live

Friday night I had a beautiful dream.

It was bright, and cool breeze blew through my hair. I was bent over a small tree I had just planted, filling in the hole with dirt. I sifted the earth through my fingers, felt it in my hands.  I sensed someone, and I squinted into the sun and saw him standing beside me. I felt him lean down next to me, and then he was still...in my dreams he is always very still.  I looked at him, he smiled and said, "remember to live."  It became an echo, a chime, a song.  Over and over, as we knelt in the dirt, as I pressed my hands down, finished patting the dirt around the tree, I heard his voice say to me, "remember to live."

Remember to live

Thank you Christian.

I miss you everyday.



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