Friday, February 02, 2007
Leroy Was Here
We meet walking up the lane, there's a dry stone wall beside us.
He inclines towards me and, not for the first time, patiently reminds me.
It's Leroy Rev. Mugo.
Err. You're dead aren't you?
I know the test. I poke his arm.
Crikey! he does have a body.
We continue chatting up the lane avoiding the subject.
He's changed, a little older, content I'd say.
Later we are sitting in a row.
Larry...no sorry Leroy is sitting one down from me.
It's definitely him and he's alive.
Then morning came and I got up and went about my day.
Dreams like this, of departed friends coming alive, are not uncommon.