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  • "Come have coffee with me", she said. So I kept the thought in my mind as I fell asleep...

    It was different this time; a small cafe' instead of her garden. She looked relaxed as she waited for me to sit down. We had both aged a few years, but on her it looked good.

    I reached out and she took my hand. I could feel the loving embrace as it entered my being. She was right; I needed this. We didn't speak until the first cup of coffee was empty. My breathing slowed and I felt at peace as I told her of all my hurts, big and small. She let me ramble on until I ran out of words, and then she watched me as the feelings emptied out of my tortured soul.

    When the tears stopped falling she finally spoke. Nothing about what I had said, only about the opportunities she saw in front of me. Positives that I had avoided in my downward spiral. I'd let the darkness cover my path until I couldn't see the way forward.

    We poured another cup of coffee and I relaxed in her company. It's comforting to have a friend you can unburden yourself to; one who doesn't look for faults or solutions to your problems; one who just listens. She knows we all have to find our own solutions in our own time. She just blows a little fresh air in to reveal possibilities.

    I could feel that waking sensation; the shift between darkness and light approaching. I quickly stood and held her tight in my arms. "Thank you for this. I owe you more than words can say." I whispered in her ear.

    "Vaya con Dios, leibling. I love you also"...I heard in the netherworld as the lightness won out over the night.

    And so my friends, it is better. I will try to write again if the story Gods will let me. I hope that writer I had chained up will wake up and clear the cobwebs from our mind. Stay tuned Pete. I will see what sci/fi thoughts surface...

    Ciao, Papa
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