Thursday, October 13, 2011

A Dream

He told us he had two weeks to live. Cancer, or something. On the third to last day we went for a car ride on an empty road, silently. After two hours he dropped me off at home. The next day his mother calls. "Where's Luke!?" she exclaims, "He never returned home yesterday afternoon." I explained I saw him only until 10:00 PM. He was just gone. He didn't die in his home, he just left and never came back.
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  1. AnonymousOctober 14, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    That explains the sad look on your face.

    My condolences.

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  2. C. MichardOctober 19, 2011 at 8:49 PM

    Lucas was killed in Afghanistan in February. He didn't die from cancer. Interpreting dreams can be silly, but I think mine illustrated something significant about what it really means to be gone.

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