my eldest brother and an almost cliche dream.
Back in 1978 when I was just a wee 5 year old my eldest brother (13 years older) had a Suzuki 185 and he used to sit me on the tank and take me to the end of the street. It was great.

Out of the 6 of us siblings, he was the only one who had his own bedroom. And his own record-player. I used to go in his room and we'd listen to Night at the Opera, Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds, Bat out of Hell, and a Black Sabbath album. I had to knock on his door and he'd say "Jawohl?" and I'd have to reply "Nein".

About 6 months after he passed away in 2002, I had an incredibly corny dream. It was night-time and I was paddling across a misty lake which reminded me of the Bayou, to a building on the far shore. A park-ranger sort of guy in the building showed me into a waiting-room. I sat down at the table, and sitting on the end with his back to me was my brother. I asked what he was doing and he just got up and walked out the room. The park-ranger guy came back in and said "He's gone now. I'll show you out now".

I told you my dream was a corny cliche. As I got older into my teens, we were never as close. He moved out and I only saw him when he visited my parents' house. Consequently, his death only really hit me after that weird dream. I miss him lots now.

Now go read a post by someone else that's less maudlin.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 29 Dec 2008, 13:42, Reply)