Dreams

I awoke at 4:30 AM during a very vivid dream. I was sitting in the kitchen of my family home on 24 Mile Road, talking with my sister.

Not so unusual. It's just shy of 30 years since her death, but I doubt a month goes by when I don't think of something I'd like to tell her or show her. She was the one sibling I had who seemed to understand me, who got my jokes, who I didn't have to explain what I meant when I said something...

I just don't get it, I guess. I've been down, depressed, broke, unemployed, beat up and beat down, hell, even locked in a jail cell a time or two and never, ever, once considered suicide as a viable option.

I love you! I hate you! But, mostly, I miss you, Anne...