I dreamt of
Brokeback Mountain last night, the first time in a while. It wasn't so much a dream of Jack and Ennis, as so many of my BBM dreams were back in the day, as it was about the movie itself. It was like I was watching the movie again and remembering how it affected me almost two years ago. I woke up feeling melancholy, bittersweet, and contemplative.
The toxicology reports on Heath today made me weepy--I've been like this off and on today, as if the dream propelled me into place to receive this news. Somehow, the report of an accidental death made me feel even sadder, to think that such a thing could have been prevented. Heath is gone, and somehow in my mind Ennis is intertwined with Heath, so that Ennis in a way is gone too.
Heath was so clearly loved and will be fondly remembered by many. And Ennis, through the miracle that was Heath, has come to be loved and will be remembered by many that he couldn't, cannot know. What a tremendous gift Heath made to us all.
Just thinkin' out loud...through the tears...