It’s been over 14 months since Richard’s death. Last night was the second time I’ve seen him in a dream.

This still surprises me. Seems like I’d dream about him all the time. But I don’t.

This time he was only there for a few seconds. I don’t remember the exact details, but it seems he was breathing hard and sweaty, maybe he had been doing some type of sport. But he had that great smile.

And then he was gone. I knew instantly that I was dreaming. I didn’t feel like he was there in the room with me.

Still it was nice to see his smiling face again.

I don’t really have that much to say about this, but I’m posting it here so I can remember when it happened.