Last night I dreamed I was called to the bedside of someone dying. When I got there, it was the father of someone from my past. Past, meaning my relationship dates back to when I was 15 years old…last contact with this person was a month ago.
I knew this person’s entire family, mother, grandmother, sibling, cousins, second cousins, aunts, uncles…but I never met his father. The was was estranged from the family, though I did tell him once, he might want to forgive his father and maybe visit him? Which he did, by the way.
But all this was so many years ago. And then here is this man, lying in a bed…a cubicle, really, dying. The colors were muted…burlap. Death garments of my imagination.
Pluto in Capricorn.