Last night I had a dream. There was a printer, and it started up and a paper came out of it bearing the large, painted words "Lev and Tony". I found those words unbearably sad and devastating, and within the dream I started to scream and wail. Just then I was woken up, but those words kept tearing at me. I sobbed long and hard, deeply mourning the loss of the unique and close friendship Lev and I had.
I feel a new undercurrent of sadness I did not consciously sense before. Perhaps I am finally recovering from the shock of Lev's death, and the real mourning is just beginning.
