The dream came in early Sunday morning.

Bette and I were in a kitchen with unfamiliar surroundings.

I felt drawn to her but hesitated briefly.

I didn’t want to let go again.

The dream was no longer mine.

Bette had come to say hello and bring a gift.

If we were on stage it would have gone dark save for the spotlight of a soft hue.

The feeling of being one with Bette was so strong I lost all sense of self.

Asked if I had a care in the world I would have said none and all because of her radiant smile.

Our tearful eyes locked

We ended our gaze with a kiss that generated warmth and a hint of God’s love; her gift to me.

I remember embracing her and the choice of letting go not ours.

Love To You All