My first love visits me from the dead
So a very special friend of mine has offered me insight into who this man is that has been popping up in my dreams as of late – it’s very possibly my first love. Ken McElroy passed a few years ago and yet my memories of him remain as clear as a bell. I found this photo of us taken in my early 20s – as you can see he fits the dream description of a tall, Viking of a man with a beard and certainly the familiarity with which he kissed and wrapped himself around me fit as well.
Tonight, if he shows up again, I will welcome him in my arms. After all, he will always be my first love.
