I had a dream early on in our friendship we were flying over the night skies in Texas. I teased him and said we must be astral travelers. Well, Winston got a kick out that. He teased about it often. He'd call me hippy girl, and told me when he died he was going to "haunt my ass" while I was "peeing in the bathroom." I used to joke he better be nice to me, because when he died I'd be one of the few down here in the earth plane listening to him.
The day after he passed in 2015 was a rough one for me. I remember the song Tuesdays Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd came on. It made me think of him, although I wasn't terribly sure if he even liked that song. I found myself imagining he would have. And then I began laughing through tears, because the entire train of thought was happening as I peed in the bathroom. I really think Winston is constantly visiting his loved ones in hysterical ways. Cheers to him and you all on this day. I feel lucky to have known him, even for only a short time. I hope you feel close to him today and always.