I had a dream. It was right after nosson died, perhaps a few days had gone by. We were still reeling, still letting the news sink in, still enduring the raw pain. I went on long walks, just to try to get away, to clear my head of all the strong emotions clamoring inside. I drank with my friends, to try to express my feelings, to try to escape the reality. I just needed a moment of peace, a moment to return to reality, a moment in time when everything comes in to focus, when I can be at peace. And I couldn't find it. We were all wandering, all distraught and torn, I just felt so frustrated. I wasn't living a normal life.
So one night, just a few days after Nosson passed away, I retired to bed, more as an escape from the harsh reality of life than from fatigue. When I woke up, I didn't really take note of my surroundings, but it felt as if I had just walked in on a chassidishe farbrengen. To my surprise, who is standing there but Nosson! I went over to him, and with a big smile, he turned to me and gave me a powerful hug, so strong that it hurt. "Nosson, I knew you didn't really go," I exclaimed. "We all thought you were gone, you had me scared!" Nosson just grinned, and told me something to the effect that of course he is back, just like normal. I was standing there, just feeling so good, being reunited with Nosson.
Well, as I told you earlier, it was only a dream. But it was a real dream, which means that I thought it was reality when it was happening, and more importantly, when I woke up in the morning, as I was lying in bed too lazy to start my day, I recalled my dream, and knew, I just knew, that it wasn't just my overactive imagination that had conjured up Nosson, but that Nosson is still with us, still loves us, and hasn't left us. And I was at peace, because Nosson had come to say hello. Make what you want of the story, but you won't be able to convince me out of my conclusion. Trust me, I am perfectly sane. Nosson, thanks for stopping by.