Several interesting things seem to be happening now, probably coincidence but still interesting.
Friday evening I attended a dinner meeting set up by my stockbroker, a typical sales pitch for stocks and advice combined with buffet at a local hotel. I went because I wanted to avoid eating alone from a can. The speakers and the dinner were just as annoying as I expected but I the companions at my table were very interesting.
The two I talked to were an Asian man and woman seated on my right, Matt and Julie. Turns out that they live not far from me and somehow the woman knew that! Anyway, she they asked questions and we talked quite a lot. He is a software engineer running a small development software company and it was interesting to hear about their products. One product he does is the image processing system used on a Sony picture printing web site. We talked about his company and photography. But more important Julie asked me some questions that led my telling them about Jo Lynn and my situation.
Turns out that her husband was killed in car pedestrian accident three years ago. Leaving her a widow with two small children. It was uncanny how easily and quickly she understood my situation. She was very helpful even though the conversation was brief. And it somehow made me feel better after being down all week after the anniversary on Monday. It was very nice to meet them and find so much in common.
Then on Saturday, I drove to Placerville to Scott’s basketball game then in the afternoon I took both Scott and Marissa to the movies. Had a great dinner and evening with all of them. But the interesting thing was a dream that I had Saturday night.
In the dream I was somehow involved with hosting a group of people and I must have been struggling (like I did for the PhotoSig) suddenly Jo Lynn was there beside me, telling me what I needed to do. I don’t think other people could see her it was like an old movie or TV show where a ghost comes back to help but only one person can see him. Anyway she sat in the kitchen and helped me. At one point I took her face in my hands, kissed her and said, “I love you so much.” It seemed like a long dream and when I woke up I remembered it very vividly, (rare for me to recall dreams at all). When I woke I also felt very happy. Not sure what exactly caused that but it was a different experience, I think that this was the first time since she died that I could think about her and not be quickly overtaken by sadness.
I don’t know if the dream marks some milestone in my grief or if it was just the result of the rich dessert Deanna served! I still feel better even now two days later. I wonder to, if meeting Julie who’s tragedy was worse than mine and seeing that in three years she clearly felt better but still missed her husband.
