A Detour?

I refuse to give up on life.

This morning, my youngest sister called me. She dreamed a lucid dream of Scott in the wee dark hours this morning. In her dream, I was busy, pulling my stuff together (packing?).  Scott was sitting in a chair, smiling, strong, healthy, filled with light watching me. My sister said to him \”You are here, you are alive?\”. Scott smiled at her and said \”yes, I am\”. My sister said to Scott, \”you know, she has had a hard time with you not being here\”. Scott replied, \”I know, that\’s why I am here, watching over her.\” My sister said, \”let me know you are not a ghost, give me a fist bump. If my hand doesn\’t go through you, I know you are real.\”

And Scott did. My sister said she felt him. He\’s here. 

I believe it. I can feel him too.

My sister and I continued our morning conversation. She is getting her COVID vaccine this afternoon. She told me to look into it, before I go on the next leg of my trip. 

I\’m looking into it. It seems my number is up next, to get vaccinated.

That means a detour. I can only get the vaccine in my hometown. So I will head back before I make a big leap. 

I don\’t know when I am going back \”home\”. I will probably wait until my vaccine appointment is scheduled or close to it.

It will be a detour. 

That\’s okay. Traveling is in my blood.

Detours won\’t stop me.