Damit! We were together again last night in my dreams again, Debora. We were next up to skate that final dance. I knew you still had the M.S., but I was sure I could hold you up, all you needed to do was go through the motions and I would help you, just like I did when we first started skating. I hate it when I wake up in the middle of a dream. I feel robbed of your last days on earth, no one contacted me, and I should have known that you were not telling the truth when you had mentioned that the breast cancer had come back on your shoulder. You matter-of-factly explained that it was nothing and that they were treating it with radiation.
I miss you. You were that one person that never gave up on me, and loved me unconditionally. I finally went and saw Jeff. You know that, though. You were there. I could feel you watching over the successful business that you and Jeff had created. It was nice to see him and to let him know I was not dead. When other people asked about me at the bakery, for some reason, people were saying I was dead. If I were dead, we would be skating our favorite dance, the mirror waltz. Maybe even the fascination foxtrot. We would be laughing at old times, and catching up on the last 15 years that we hadn't seen each other. I can't believe that Mitch divorced you. I was going to ask Jeff, but it didn't seem the right thing to do. Of all of the people that looked out for you, even though he had remarried, and your sister at that, Jeff was always there for you. I have a feeling that he always regretted letting you go. If I were straight, I would have asked you to marry me. You were my best friend. I couldn't see how someone could divorce you in your time of extreme need. He knew you had the M.S., and the Krohn's disease. The breast cancer must have been too much for him. I always thought that he was the love of your life. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. I found it strange that you died penniless. You must have sold your share of the bakery to Jeff, and your condo, and ran through your savings while you were sick. Jeff said that your sister, Sabrina, took advantage of the situation and stole your medication and what little money you had. He said that he had to kick her out of your condo. She must have really gone down hill to do that to you. Jeff said that he thought that she was hanging around for the money, but in the end, found out there was none.
I was surprised that Jeff and Saundra adopted your niece, Sara's baby. I guess it was no surprise that she would have a child and not be married. Her mom, Sabrina, was not actually the Mother Of The Year contender. He also told me about Dawn having her kids taken away from her, and now they are in their twenties. I guess she also had another baby recently. Wow, how things change in 14 or 15 years. Well, I guess I will see you soon again in my dreams, but this time hang around a little bit longer so that I can ask you about your last days. Love, Joe
