Aaron's Dream

In Aaron's dream, a rotary phone on a wooden desk rings loudly, he answers. His father- in heaven five years now- says hello. Aaron, startled to hear his voice, cannot speak, suspended between sadness and joy- he hears his father- always the kidder- continue. "Can't talk long, son, I've got an angel on another call." Aaron looks down at his hand, the phone has turned into his mother's favorite satin pillow, small and square with a fine Paisley teardrop. Aaron is then spirited to their graveside, it's raining, both arms raised, eyes closed, far away a phone ringing.