(Source: artemiscornwallace)
“Just after Jeff died, I had an amazing dream..I dreamt I was in his apartment. It was dark and as my eyes adjusted I began to see all the ordinary things of life, of Jeff’s life, in the room..shirts hung over the back of a chair, books everywhere, some opened, some written on, papers on the bed, pictures on the walls..I walked through this room and into another smaller room. On a little dresser against the wall, there was an old-style child’s music box, the kind with a ballerina that turns around in front of a little mirror. I opened the box, and there was no ballerina, but instead in the mirror there was the word LOVE written in seventies bubble letters. After a moment i realized the word was backwards, as if I were LOVE being reflected in the mirror. Suddenly, I felt so happy. And that’s how it was with Jeff. Somehow he was that mirror, always reflecting back the love inside you…” Brenda Kahn



