The following is a dream that I hold close to my heart.

My uncle, who was a chimney smoker was also a volunteer fire fighter.
Not exactly the best combination.

When I was young, my aunt and uncle would roll their own smokes with a manual machine (old school).
They would build a pyramid of cigarettes and smoke it down.
Lung cancer finally caught up to him and eventually he was hospitalized.

One early morning, I had a dream where I was walking around town and my uncle approached me and said...

"I'm okay now...I'm in a better place".
Right then, my phone rang...and I was told my uncle had just passed.

At his funeral my cousin mentioned she heard about my dream and said "he was busy that morning"...
Apparently a few other close relatives had the same experience.

To this day, that dream brings chills to my spine.

Please be gentle, this experience is very personal but I figured it would be a good time share this and hopefully put a positive spin on things.

This is NOT the end of the road.