DREAMS

Excerpted from Ting and I
　

A few times each year I have dreams about Tina that I remember after I awaken. There may well be others that I do not recall. Invariably, she is healthy, without disability, though in her sixties. Usually, the scene is our bedroom, and she moves without hindrance.
　

Yesterday morning, the day after Easter, I had a particularly vivid dream. Tina was lying undressed on our bed, surrounded by hundreds of pastel - colored Easter eggs, inviting me to join her. She looked about twenty years old, as beautiful as she was at that age. Her movements showed her to be fully healed, as though never ill.

I wondered: is this a preview of Heaven?