Beside him sat a girl with long, light-brown hair. He seemed to have a movie star quality about him, like Brad Pitt. But that would soon change. Eventually, we would discover the true meaning behind that song as you will soon discover. I got the sense that everyone knew and loved each other and that they regarded Erik as some sort of celebrity.
Shortly after his death, Kelley called me to recount a lucid dream she had had: Eventually, we would discover the true meaning behind that song as you will soon discover. They are the silent, neglected grievers, the broken warriors who need just as much support and comfort as women. She has known all of my children since they were small, and our families have vacationed together several times. The second night after his death, he came to my husband in an uncharacteristically vivid dream. He said Erik appeared to him as a small boy. He crawled into his lap and snuggled against his chest. There is no Heaven. All I wanted to do was lie down in a corner and sob. There is no immortality. Eager to verify her suspicions and lend meaning to the dream, she jumped out of bed, turned on her computer and typed the lyrics into the search window. It was a feeling of joy, love, comfort, lightness and freedom that simply cannot be describe in our limited language as humans. But that would soon change. I got the sense that everyone knew and loved each other and that they regarded Erik as some sort of celebrity. Every decision was gut-wrenching and insurmountable. In retrospect I believe I was too besieged by grief to open my mind and heart to him. Beside him sat a girl with long, light-brown hair. All of these dream visitations were of great comfort to my family and me although I wondered selfishly why he had not appeared to me, his own mother. He too was in pain, but society mandates that the man must keep a stiff upper lip and muddle through on their own somehow. Let me preface this by saying that my father has never truly believed in life after death. What does it all mean? Making the funeral arrangements from choosing a casket and burial plot to deciding what clothes he should wear in his perpetual sleep was an agony that clawed angrily at my heart. The world felt heavy and unwelcoming. He seemed to have a movie star quality about him, like Brad Pitt. We were shaken by a grief so profound each minute seemed like an eternity. Rune knew Erik was trying to convey that he was fine, in fact happy for the first time in years. I feel so startled!
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