I had a dream about my long departed friend, King Gordare to those who know him. Patrick Daneluk to friends and family. He was my friend from across the big pond, we both nearly suffered the same fate.

He died in a Car Accident the day after my Motorcycle Accident.

My last words were, "Talk soon, Okay?" after he made sure I was still in one piece.

I should have never let him leave our chat, otherwise he'd still be alive...even for a few minutes could have changed his fate. I still blame myself to this day. He was my best friend, as he often told me, I was his first Best Friend he could talk to without being awkward.

We got on so well.

I was listening to this -

Brian May : Just one Life.

I did not know you, our lives never touched
'Til the day they gathered, to bid you farewell
And they painted your picture and as I looked around
I felt I saw you in the words and the sound

Your talent came flowing, through the stories they tell
And through the faces of those who loved you so well
Your life gave them a treasure, a piece of themselves
Something they carry, and still serves them well

Just one life, just one life, just one life
That is born, and is, and is gone, just one life
And I'm so glad to know you, as I know you now

Perhaps inside you, you were messed up like me
But to them you were whole and strong and a friend in their need
And what you left behind you and what swept over me
Says that your life's work rolls on and on, a piece of eternity

Just one life, just one life, just one life
That is born, and is, and is gone, just one life
Did you ever have a chance to find out
What life is all about

I did not know you, our lives never touched
'Til the day we gathered, to say our farewell