Very strangely, I dreamt about you last night. I know we haven’t seen each other or spoken in at least seven years, but there you were, in my dream. I was picking you up from the train station, and you had three bags. I was picking you up to bring you to my flatwarming party.
I am actually having a flatwarming tonight, but I have no idea where you are or even if you are still alive. I contemplated trying to get in contact with you, but the only place I could start would be your mum who I never met and only know that she lives/lived in Palmerston North. If you ever read this, which you probably won’t, email me!
Update: I have now called every Henderson in Palmerston North in the Whitepages. I guess she doesn’t live there anymore or has a different last name. I also tried to find the postcard you sent me from the Gathering in 2000 to perhaps find a clue as to where I might start to find you, but it has disappeared. I carried that postcard all around the world with me and now it’s gone. I wonder if this is a sign. I have a bad feeling that you died a few years ago. I really hope you didn’t. Stacy Henderson from CIT, where are you?
Holy fuck – that is creepy to read!
I’m very alive Ani ! As you now know very much.
Thats really sweet babe. Isn’t it amazing to consider how many tiny pieces of ourselves we leave laying around this planet that simply go unnoticed.
You have made my day! Thank you Ani – and as cheesy as it sounds – thank you Facebook for bringing Ani back into my life.
xx
Okay, I’m creepy. But it worked!