Day 48

How did we meet? We met in my dreams when I was just a little girl sharing a room and the top bunk of our bunk beds with my brother Joe, Junior as I call him. I would have a reoccurring dream of being at a Carnival and amidst all of the people and fare of the event I would see a man in the distance. He would be looking for me and I trying to get to him through the crowd.  With each dream I would get a little closer to him and with each step I would grow older. I could never really see his face, but he had the same physique and demeanor as the man I would meet in 1987 in front of the school where I taught, on October 31st, the evening of our fall carnival. I was entering the building and he was coming out. As we passed, we both turned around and looked at one another. It seemed we stared at each other forever, but I am sure it was only a few moments and with all the hubbub in the air and all the people around, only he and I existed at that moment and for me time stood still. I knew he was the one and my life would never be the same.