My father kindly brought me a plate of Helen's home cooking during our medication ritual last night. Three fried fish fillets, lemon wedges, hushpuppies, cole slaw, and potato wedges. We sat at my kitchen table as I ate and took my pills.
"You seem good today," dad said genuinely interested.
"I feel great!" I replied very exuberantly. "I treasure nights like tonight."
I told him of watching the shuttle lift off earlier in the evening and how emotional it still makes me.
"Remember Challenger?" dad asked solemnly.
"I was home from school after getting my tonsils out eating strawberry ice cream. You were home from work. We watched it on TV stunned."
Dad left after hugging me and kissing me on my cheek. That's something that doesn't happen often. I curled up in the bed with Maggie as I listened to Coast to Coast AM and watched Tru TV on mute. I wasn't long before I was sound asleep to vivid dreams. Dreams of past lives when I was still married. I awoke to feel as if Rachel was in the bed with me. I almost reached out for her to find only Maggie.