I had a dream this morning. My brother, who died a little more than a year ago, the only family member I felt a real connection to, came to me and held my hand. He said, “I thought you’d realize by now that this is how Nature works.” I responded, “I just didn’t think Nature would take so long.”
I woke up with the sensation of his hand still in mine.
The last dream I had with him in it was shortly after he died. He came to me and asked me for a ride to the airport so he could fly into the afterlife.
God, I love my brother.