I had a dream that my former co-worker Joe Anastasio was alive again. Joseph Anastasio appeared in the hallway of an old school of mine (actually it was an amalgam of P.S. 251 and I.S. 78). I was moved to tears instantly as I was overcome with joy that Joseph Anastasio somehow cheated Death herself.
He was in full gear- he had dozens of jingling keys on his belt and was his usual gruff self even after I gave Joe a big hug. He was focused and he was determined to be productive. With what? I’m not sure; I don’t know if he was supposed to be the maintance man or was goign back to school or was doing something with computers. All I knew is that Joe was back and I was talking to him in the hallways, stairs, and classroom.
I told him how much he is missed and how I tried my best to honor his life in is…absence.He was vintage Joe, though- I couldn’t tell if my words were sinking in or if he was focused on learning or working while I was speaking.
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