That persistent morning, I woke still clothed in the gravity of a palpable dream. I sensed a transmitted truth, though I only knew it to be prescient a day later, on learning of the death of my closest friend. The dream's primary image remains sharp in my consciousness to this day. This work is born of my grief, is part of my process of acceptance and a personal reminder that all is transient. You read this far. Now call your friend.