I knew him at 15, a good friend. He had died very soon after I met him - suicide. Funny how I felt sad but never mourned this loss. Recently I was thinking of Mike and talked to him in my thoughts to know if he’s doing ok. And I dreamt of him. We were eating Fried Fish! Its a beautiful dream and one to say hello and goodbye to a dear friend I knew a long way back. Guess ... we never die ... our souls remain Forever Young. Hugs to everyone whose lost a dear friend. Kay
