|"You look like the kind of angel they'd send me...."|
Bill appeared to me in a dream last night. I saw his truck stopped in front of a railroad crossing. I was so happy to see him. He got out and I looked him over. He looked good, the same Bill I remember who smiled all the time He was still kind of stout, a little younger and stronger looking than I remembered. He didn’t speak. Just smiled that delighted smile of his. I hugged him and noted past how massive his shoulders were, just like they always had been even when he was an old man.
He used to come by my office everyday, laughing, then crying, then laughing again. He thought I was so smart. “Old School,” he called me.
They said he was very different after his stroke. More talkative, more jovial, emotionally fragile, and not as capable. They said he was touchy, that you had to be careful not to hurt his feelings. But the only time he ever got upset with me is when I was slow to let him help me fix my car. I was overwhelmed at the task and I wanted to put it off. He remembered that he once could work on cars. He couldn’t anymore, but he found a mechanic and pushed me to get it dealt with. Ultimately, I was grateful for his meddling.
People thought I was a great guy for spending time with him. I did watch over him a bit when I could. I took him to the doctor and the hospital. He loved food and so did I, and I treated him to dinner as often as I could.
He always said he was watching over me, and that he came to the office to check on me and cheer me up. Bill was alone and he was sort of a community project where everyone looked after him. I always humored him by agreeing with him that he was taking care of me.
However, I wonder now if that wasn’t the truth. It has been a few years since I did his funeral, but I still miss him. And last night when I went to sleep, I felt lonely, as I often do. These days, I feel the isolation more and more. It was so good to see him in my dream, appearing long enough to show me he was still there.
Is he an angel? Has he been watching over me all this time?