A call, last night?

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So it seemed.  Had to call someone else, another old friend, to get the number.  But I got it, then called.  Spoke with him, may ten fifteen minutes.  Just told him what was going on, asked how he was doing, and such.

The weight loss...  I was probably closer to four hundred when he saw me last?  Or more, but about that.  And I was quite a bit younger, as was he.  He must have been somewhere around my age when I last saw him, give or take ten years?  Can't be positive, but... something like that.

I told him I wasn't talking to my brother, or mom.  And why.  We talked, about those things, and other things.  Yes, we talked.  He gave me some advice I really didn't think I'd take.

Anyway, this morning, as I woke, very late, I realized something.  He has been dead for a long, long time.  The last time I saw him was at the funeral home.  In his casket.  Had to help pull my mother away, she was having fits.  So...  It was... a while before that since we last talked.  I've prayed for the disposition of his soul, still do.

I'm rethinking his advice.  He... might have... more perspective on things.  I don't know where he is, but to be honest?  I think even those in hell... know better now.  Maybe not demons, but humans?  Yeah.  Not saying he is, or isn't.  Just... sayin'.  You know.  At least, that was the impression I got from my visits over there.

I'll take what I can get.  For advice from those on that side, or those I know.  As to whether that was a dream or not?  I... won't even try to speculate.  It... was him.  It was.  Later.