My “regular” dream was interrupted last night by a visit from a friend. After this visit I woke up and got to remember everything we said.

I was packing a box of The Liz Army shirts for shipment. I wrote a check to pay the receiver for selling them. I thought, Who’s going to pay for the shipping?

“I will handle that,” Logan said.

I had every emotion in me. I could finally talk to my friend: the only person I know who could understand how I feel–what I’m going through. He asked the same questions. He has wondered the same things.

All I could say was, “I love you,” and he brought me into his hug.

“I love you, too,” he said. I started to cry … perhaps with relief. “You’re not going to die, you know.”

Always quick to be positive I say, “Oh, I know! But … still … if in death I can see my old friend then I’m not scared.”