Almost three years ago, on the night our beloved friend Scott died so suddenly, I had an amazing dream. I didn't find out about his death until morning, so that night I went to sleep unaware of the unfolding tragedy.
In the dream, I was playing the viola in a beautiful, empty concert hall. Playing was effortless and hugely enjoyable. One part of the dream I remember vividly is making a huge shift and then laughing out loud as I totally nailed the high note. Unlike any real life experience playing the viola, in my dream, playing was just pure joy. It was fun, and exciting, and easy as pie. I have never had another dream like this, before or since, and I've always kind of thought of it as a little gift from Scott. As crazy as it sounds, I believe he was trying to teach me something on his way out of my earthly life. When I think about this now, when I really stop to consider that dream, I can remember it, and I can stop the constant churning in my mind.
I learned a lot from Scott, both in his life and in his death.
I miss him so much.