7 years ago, lung cancer took my best friend. She was only 44 and I still miss her terribly. But periodically she visits me in my dreams. We have conversations as if she is standing in front of me, until my conscious brain recalls that she is no longer here. As reality sets in and she disappears, the range of emotions wake me up. As I fade back to sleep, I recall the good memories we had. She left too soon, but she gave me so much.
