Last night I had dream. I haven't remembered a dream in a very long time. My ex colleague who passed away a few months ago appeared out of nowhere. He still had his shaggy bleached blonde hair alla Rod Stewart, he was wearing his mustard yellow suit with his bright green soft leather moccasins, he was a bit of an eccentric. He just stood there, there was emptiness around him, perhaps he was standing on a cloud I am not sure. He told me he had seen Max and he is OK. I started crying, I woke up and I was crying.
I wondered whether Max was there, wearing his favourite cargo pants that he lived in and his purple Wolverine T-Shirt with his SLR hung around his neck. He will no doubt be having a few laughs if he is hanging out with my ex colleague.
I am glad he is OK, but I miss him terribly.