I had another dream about Mark J.
Last week my dad and Mark's family took his ashes down to Chibembe where I spent the first 6 or so years of my life and where, twenty years later Mark and I worked together. A special place.
So I guess he was on my mind or maybe he was out there flying high and flying free.
In my dream there were a whole lot of us, all sitting outside around a big table eating, drinking, on a happy sunny beautiful-light day. And in amongst us all was Mark, just sitting there normally, laughing and enjoying himself. And as I was leaving I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “Why aren’t you telling anyone you’re alive?”
And then I suddenly realized that no-one could actually see him. But he was sitting there amongst us all and laughing and having a good time.