I saw my Uncle Chris last night.
in a dream, that is. he passed away a few years ago, but last night he was here. well, his spirit was. my dream last night was one of the strangest and most amazing one's I've had in a long time. he came back for a visit, I suppose, in the dream. the circumstances are a bit muddy, but he was there despite the fact that he couldn't be. in the dream, this made me question everything I believed and made me so indescribably happy. I was led to believe that there is an afterlife in the dream. I know I only had it because of a movie I watched last night and a photograph of my cousin I saw yesterday, but I appreciated the dream so much. it was absolutely amazing to hear from my uncle again, even if it was just in my subconscious. I miss him so much. he was such an amazing guy and so much fun. people like him should not be allowed to die young. his sons and mother did not deserve to lose him. none of us deserved to lose him.
I wish I actually could believe in an afterlife. heaven would be a nice place for him to spend eternity.
I miss you, Uncle Chris.