A Former Love, A Dream, A Death
by , 04-01-2010 at 12:59 PM (1291 Views)
I'm not sure who to tell this too, but I need to tell someone, so it's going to be you all.
So, before I met my wife, I was crazy for this girl in college. Call her Jane. Upon reflection, when all the crushes and infatuations of my younger life are sifted out, I'd say that she was the first girl that I truly loved.
I was a coward back then -- more so than I am now, and while I loved Jane, I never acted on it. We became close -- friends with a comfortable tension. At the end of college, when we were going our separate ways, I told her I loved her for the first time. It was the first time that I told anyone (other than family) that I loved them and meant it.
. . . . .
Flash forward. Last week I had a nightmare. I dreamed that my oldest daughter (5) was killed. She was running along a pier and was crushed by a large ocean-going freighter coming into port. I saw the accident happen. I ran to see her. But she was gone. I remember yelling and yelling into the water.
I woke up from this dream several times that night only to re-enter it upon going back to sleep.
. . . . .
Flash forward to today. I learned today that last week Jane's oldest boy was killed in a freak accident. He was struck by a school bus. The date of the accident was the same as that of my nightmare.



