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A fraternity brother from two classes after mine died last week. I didn't visit him in hospice, or attend the viewing Sunday or funeral Monday. Truth be said, I hadn't seen this kid in nearly 40 years and even when he was in the house he and I did not chat it up too much.

Eddie was a great guy, though. He was always upbeat and had an infectious smile. Our paths rarely crossed other than meals or house events, particularly because I was two or three years older than he and we had different majors, and pledge classes tend to hang out among themselves. Regardless, I don't do funerals if I can avoid them now.

Heh, I saw a picture of the brothers from various classes who attended the send off, taken at a local restaurant. What a scary bunch of old men! I had to really rack my brains to figure out who some of them were, as again I had not seen most of these since graduation in 1978. Glad I don't look like that... ;o)

I need to write this all down because I want to remember last night- a dream I dreamt. Even now it is fading more and more. The colors were spot on, the scenery accurate...

I was at the Library, at the side entrance to the Circulation Desk, and I was approached by Eddie, but I could not rationalize what was happening because he was as I recalled him looking in college, young and smiling and easy going, but in the back of my mind I knew otherwise. I kept thinking this is someone else, but he spoke to me by name and all I could stammer was "Eddie?" and he smiled and said he had to be going now. He hugged me as he said this, still smiling, then shouldered a backpack, turned, and was gone.

A visitation? I do not feel guilt over not attending, but maybe he wanted to see me, or have me see him, one more time. Which is why I write this down so it doesn't just vanish like so many other dreams.

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