Hello, dear ones. In my first post titled: Until My Dying Day–Captivating stories from the Esplanade. I promise four weeks of captions from my memoir. This is the second week, and as promised, I leave this experience, which shows the connection we unknowingly have.
Part 2 – Chapter 20 | Until My Dying Day
“We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.” — Maya Angelou
I’ve felt it in dreams. In laughter that suddenly quiets. In a scent, a shift, a picture that echoes something already known.
Chapter 20 explores how intuition, memory, and emotional resonance weave through our lives like threads. These connections link us in ways we rarely name.
WE ARE MORE CONNECTED THAN THOUGHT
I WAS ASLEEP when Dan’s image appeared. He held the child in his arms as they conversed about the baby’s name; he laughed and said, “It’s a boy.” Then with fingers gesture, he turned the child over, and it was a girl. “You fool,” I replied, pushing him as I asked why don’t you name her Sangeeta, knowing he wanted to name the baby after the sun. A few days earlier, I had that dream when I entered the office, and they told me he had a baby girl. As pictures of him and the child circulated in the office, so was the controversy over a picture that showed Dan with a gun to his head. Ada was upset over it, and so were the others.
After listening to their comments and looking at the pictures myself, I comment, “Look, guys, we don’t know the reason for that picture. Perhaps, he got an acting role, and it was one of the shots.” I quickly stated in disbelief at his thoughtless action. “Further, guys, Dan is used to being around guns, and to him, what seems like toys, is dangerous to us. I had a dream, and one of the pictures is exactly what I saw.”
“Oh, Paula, you and your dreams,” Tim commented.
“But it’s true, as I said, he is around guns a lot, and for him, it’s like a toy.”
“He should not be playing with guns like that,” Alex commented.
I could see that he was fearful, as it showed. And wondered as to the feeling felt; very lightheaded that day, entering the building. A feeling also felt one evening with Rudolf that caused me to be more alert of self when smoking, and an incident that moved me from then to seldom participate in smoking with him.
The memory: I was laughing at a conversation we were having when suddenly I felt as if I had reached a point of no return and had to bring my laughter slowly to a stop. Yes, this incident alerted me to a situation ahead of time. At different times, it could be a scent or a pain.
“No, it’s true; I did have a dream and saw one of the pictures.” I laughed and left further thoughts unsaid as they continued about the picture.
Thanks for reading and walking with me through my journey. Stay tune for other captions from Until My Dying Day. The memoir also comes as an e-book, and can be purchased by going to Amazon, Barnes & Nobles, and on Dorrance Publishing website. http://www.dorrancebookstore.com
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