I want to thank everyone who commented, phoned, emailed or knocked on my door, for your kind and compassionate words about Ozzy. Sometimes grief can be so isolating, making misery and pain the only companions in the quiet, echoing silence. It's helped me immeasurably to hear from all of you, dear readers, friends and family.
Ozzy was the last link to my life in Scotland. Over this past week I've been mired in memories of Edinburgh, Alan, Ozzy and all the adventures shared between the three of us. I mourn the loss of the two guys who meant the most to me, and also the country that became my home. A triple whammy, really, that left such a deep, gaping hole, I could swear I heard the wind whistling around the broken corners of my heart when I tried to sleep at night.
But then, in one of those inexplicable and mysterious moments, I had a dream. Alan was walking across emerald green grass, Ozzy running and bouncing at his side, happy in the bright sunshine. Neither turned to look back at me and I wanted to call out, but then I realized it was okay, I'd been given a gift, to know they were together.
My dream was probably no more than wishful thinking, a trick of the mind to give me a sense of peace...although I choose to think otherwise.