I dreamt I was in the tail of a Church procession following a couple to be joined together by God. We entered a cathedral with a very long nave walking slowly toward the Chancel and alter. The church was dark, and I felt like I was walking through a tunnel with a very high ceiling. The procession didn’t stop at the alter; it started through it. The alter was a door to a bright light behind it. There was a curtain of white flowers and the priest was Christ. I saw my beloved Patricia entwined among the flowers of the curtain and I wasn’t allowed through. Pat smiled at me and I whispered “Hi Pat.” She whispered, “I love you!” just like she did more than 50 years ago in that small quiet serious whisper she used for intimacy. As then I responded, “does that mean you will marry me.” After all, the procession was like a wedding. Her answer was the same now as then, a whispered “Yes.” Then the rest of the procession when through the alter and Pat merged with Christ and the light. Her face lingered amongst the flowers of the curtain. The alter like door closed and it was dark. It was not my time yet. I was alone in the nave ready to wake. Death is neither a whimper nor a bang; it is the great joy of joining your beloved and Christ at the Heavenly Alter.