[LEAKYSEALS951]

Last week, I was at a restaurant/brewery. The first crisp fall temps of the season, I sat outside in the setting fall sun (it was getting dark) and a musician played in the dark on the stage. We were about the only ones there. Between us, was a grassy area bathed in a warm overhead light.

Suddenly, my dead wife put her hand on my shoulder. Then an old dead girlfriend walked into the light and smiles.

Now, ordinarily, a wife and an old girlfriend meeting in the same venue could cause issues. The fact they were dead, even more. Stephen King be damned, but they were in their prime, and life was good.

Since it's a party, why not have my dad, and all the other dead people I know walk into the spotlight and smile.

So they did. Big hugs. Dancing, sitting at picnic tables. The venue was suddenly full. Only thing though, I had to remember them, it took a lot of energy. Looking back, I missed a few people who deserved invites my little get together.

It also got me wondering, what would my dad have been wearing? 1970's clothes? 1990's seinfeld clothes? Should his vision be a reminder of my memory? Same with my girlfriend who died in the early 2000's. She died swimming off a beach in mexico. Is she enshrined in 1990's clothing? We dated in the late 1980's.. so there.

Either way, they all looked good. No exposed skulls and such. It was a fun moment, and filled me with happiness, even if it was just me.

I was drinking a new seasonal beer. Good stuff. I'll get an uber next time if I have another.

I don't visit my dad's grave. I went there once, dropped off a french tape measure I lost back in about 1980 (he was pissed), and I left. Too hurtful.

R