I had a dream of a dead friend once. Words cannot describe how it made me feel. He's been dead since May 2017, but I feel him alive everywhere around me. I see him, In Garrett's curly hair. I see him, In the fiery red locks that Bridget has. I see him, In the blue eyes of my best friend. I see him in the freckles on Julayne's face. A long time ago, I would have said that I hated him. Maybe a part of me still does. But a part of me also wishes that I could have said my peace before the inevitable death came to be.