A dream I had about Heath: It was like he was on a fashion runway, and was all these different personae. He was definitely not alive in terms of this world, but was nonetheless a physical presence, though with an ethereal light. He was going up and down the runway as, e.g., a starship captain [I was at a Star Trek convention], a very femme-y fashion model, a total grunge guy, a businessman, others I can't remember. Of course he was so beautiful, no matter what his guise.
I was the only person there, and when he was on a break I went up to him to talk. It was so wonderful. I told him I loved him, and was sorry he passed on. He said, don't be. He said he was very, very fine and happy, and also that he had the yin to his yang, was with his soulmate.
I carried him around in my head and heart all that next day...
kathy