Last night, in the dream, George and me we were walking somewhere in a run down section of Boston.
George said: well, it is here we must go_
So up the steps of a broken down building we went.
We pushed the front door open, and our good friend, Al Ford, was there greeting us.
He looked mid forties, very strong, very muscular and lean.
We hugged and laughed and drank tea...but then there was this feeling of sadness.
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Al Ford was friendship and loyalty personified ...even as he went through his moments of confusion of life...as we probably all did.
He meant more to me than I can even explain.
And we got closer during his last few years of his life.
You might remember another dream I had of Al _ at Summer camp.
He approached me in the dining room ...smiling and said " Van ...you really should eat these peanut butter and jelly sandwiches....they are delicious and good for you "
And in sadness...he would talk to me about being a cancer survivor...not knowing that terrible enemy was ensconced in wait...for the final blow.
