She was with me or was I with her when she took her last breath. I remember the feeling of the water coming over us as we sank into the darkness, the silt and the muck sucking us under. I remember thinking we needed to get someone’s attention to save us. I remember seeing her jumping up and down, over and over and over, screaming for others to see her, to come help her, or us. I remember her name was Emily and even when she was gone, she was not. I could hear her thinking, pleading, begging, feeling, screaming, wanting, knowing and needing. This was the first time I met Emily, in my dreams but in my life. I wonder where she is tonight and if she is still wandering and wondering, begging and pleading or accepting. But this I know, she lives on.