In a dream you and Madeleine were talking on the phone and I
picked up an extension, a 3-way call, you
chatting about painting the floor borders of the room in a light bamboo
yellow and how happy you were to have your house back and I was telling you how
thrilled I was for you, too, except you couldn’t hear me even as I was
listening in perfectly.
In real time we had a Hanukkah party at temple last night,
services lead by Max, the Elliott’s grandson; he’ll graduate college this year.
We bought menorah’s to light. I had yours, and I swear as soon as the candles
were lit you appeared, jubilant, behind the candles with that broad, hearty
smile of yours, your chocolate almond eyes gleeful. I cried and cried, hoping no one saw, an allergy or perhaps a
sudden cold of which I had neither.
We are celebrating Hanukkah here tonight, Saturday, November 30, and I am with you, now and always.
