I had a visit once. In my dream. Of someone I love. Someone I lost. Everything was white. There they were. Standing there, talking to me. So real. I wanted to stay with them. I didn’t want to leave. As they embraced me with their arms, I could hear their words. “Everything is going to be ok.” “You can’t stay.” “Everything is going to be ok.” Gasp. I awoke. I remember that visit to this day.