She found herself in a white room. Everything was white. The floor, walls and ceiling were all exactly the same. She knew she was in a house, but not what house. She walked through an open doorway and found herself in a kitchen. Again, everything there was white. The counters, cabinets and appliances so perfectly the same that you had to look closely to see where one stopped and the other began.

   She saw a wider doorway on her right and walked through. This was another, bigger white room with a large picture window in the middle of the farthest wall. She saw a man standing in the front of the window looking out. He wasn’t a big man. His long hair was in a ponytail that hung down his back and he had a strength about him that could be felt as well as seen. She felt instantly excited! She knew him and it was someone she loved dearly. How wonderful to see him here! 

   She called out, “Emmett!”

   The man gave no indication that he heard her call his name. He silently stood looking peacefully out the window. She thought perhaps he didn’t hear her. 

   She called out again, “Emmett.”

   Still the man gave no indication that he heard her. She felt confused. Why isn’t he turning toward her. He always seemed glad to see her whenever they met up. She walked toward him and stood beside him. She wanted to see what he was looking at. She wordlessly stood on his left and looked out the window with him. His peaceful energy calmed her confusion as she looked out the window to see what he could see.

   Outside was a bright blue sky on a sunny day. The grass was lush in the vast yard and the trees were full. The day was sunny and golden. And there were dozens of small children. All laughing and running and playing. They were so joyous that the sight of them brought awe and an immediate sense of love. She looked to her side to see Emmett. He was standing so still, like the beautiful, strong oak trees outside. He had a loving and peaceful smile. He continued to look outside and didn’t seem to be aware that she was with him.

   She stood for some time, watching the children play and run in their utter happiness. Slowly everything faded away. When she awoke she was sad. Her heart knew what her brain did not. Three months later, her friend Emmett passed away. The world lost a part of its heart. Her pain ran deep but in the corner of her sadness was a tiny knowledge that it was ok. Emmett was ok. He was now on the other side of the glass.