What dreams ...

10/21.  Two months since he went into the hospital for that last time. 

Last night I dreamt I was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Larry came in, dressed in his coveralls, like he does when it is cold out. He crouched down and told me all the things he was working on. I put my hands on his face, I could feel his beard beneath my fingers. "But, honey," I said, "you're dead, you can't do that."

"I know, but I don't have time for all that stuff. It can wait. You need me and there's work to do."

Yeah, that's Larry.  

And I can't find his overalls...