Seckin's dream

Seckin was one of the four non-medical people present (the other three were myself, her mother, and my cousin Yilmaz) during Candan’s passing. She called me the week before and told me of her dream, which I find worth sharing:

The setting was a place similar to our apartment in Ankara. Seckin, I, and “invisible” (?) others were chatting when Candan entered smiling and said something like “You lot, isn’t your chat enough already?” Her tone was not reproachful but sweet. She was thin as in her last days.