Best Friends

Shortly after she died, I had a dream about our lives and our friendship.

My dream was about the creation of a beautiful tapestry. It was one of a kind and being created in front of me. As I watched the weaver working from the bottom to the top, adding colors of blue and green constantly meeting and overlapping, while all the different shades came together to create something unusual and beautiful at the same time. Blue was for Gwen and green me. Our lives grew and changed just like the motion of the different shades being created in the tapestry. It was as if the weaver of this tapestry understood that every time the blue and green would meet he purposely created turquoise, my favorite color. I understood this color was the places that our lives overlapped.

Today, when I look at the tapestry in my minds eye, I see that all that remains at the top is a beautiful blue sky. It didn’t seem right; I would have thought that the only color left would have been green. But the fact of the matter is Gwen was a gift. She was the one who could hold her tongue in our friendship, she was usually right and had the last word even though she almost never said it.

This is what the weaver was trying to tell me in my dream. She was saying, I give you myself, a beautiful blue sky. It was her way, filling my life and lives of others with who she was. The most beautiful blue...

In memory of Gwen Hogan....