I dreamed last night: I was in a cool small local grocery story in Brooklyn (about the size of Monroe's store). I saw Matilda buzzing around having fun and being more cute than the law allows. I thought, cool, this is a very safe place, where she's free to roam around and can't be hurt. Then I saw Michelle, doing her shopping. I kind of maneuvered myself near her, just another shopper. I said hi, started to talk to her, and she said, "write to my agent if you want..." [I guess like "if you want an autographed picture" or whatever]. I said, oh I don't want anything, I just wanted to say how much I like and love and respect you and your work, and of course I want to say how sorry and sad I am about Heath. So we started talking -- it was very beautiful, and some tears and hugs. We talked about Brokeback Mountain, also. Then Matilda came back. Such a darling funny girl, I can hardly stand it. Michelle talked about her; I played with her. Then, Matilda did one of her "tricks." She turned into a rabbit! A little small one on the floor. Then she popped back up into her little three-year-old girl self again.
What I thought at the time in the dream and when I just woke up, was reincarnation. Whether we believe in that literally or not, there was Matilda, who is a reincarnation of Heath if we want to call it that; and the rabbit, I felt like was Heath also. We can see him in Matilda, and we can see him anywhere we look, at the animals and the trees and the sky and the stars...
kathy