She was young and beautiful again. And she told me, "You will be blessed, and cursed, to live far longer than you wanted." She also told me I would live to see the darkest days of man and lose so many along the way. And that I would live to see a new dawn.

I asked her about my son, my wife, my family, my friends. She would not speak of any of them, but just told me to "hold fast." Her father-in-law, my grandfather, was a Navy man and Naval history nut and used the term all the time. She told me to do my best and try to keep my heart and love I have.

She got up and walked out of the cozy coffee shop that I didn't recognize. Then the dream skipped around and it's not as clear. However, toward the end, I had the recurring dream. Clint Eastwood dies, they announce it on TV, then in a few days all hell breaks loose. Not that Eastwood is the cause, just that he's the marker of the event.

Prayers, thoughts, and love to you all.