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I dreamt last night about my parents - gone elsewhere now for 9 and 7 years respectively. 

We were staying in a large house with many bedrooms... my mom & I noticed a huge parade of ants moving through the house.

I said "well, maybe they're just on their way someplace else, & if we leave them be, they'll just move on through." She agreed.

I got up in "real life" this morning and in my kitchen was a hoard of tiny ants, very excited over some miniscule cheese bits left out on a pizza pan.

There is one rare-bird friend* who seems to find my silly intuitions interesting and maybe even significant sometimes. I'm grateful for that.
*(Human. Not really a bird. The birds I've known seem to take intuition for granted.)

I'm still waiting for the dream with the lotto numbers. (But then I'd need to play it wouldn't I.)

Jerry aka "Bucka" & I, 2012?

Photo by Lia LiaPortraitDesign.com

Marie & Jerry, photo by yourn truly.

She actually enjoyed a lot of her dementia years; she told me she was the happiest she'd ever been. And we could tell it was true.

(Top photo, my mom & I in Florida 1958.)

Oh Marie...