I met JR - not Ewing - in December 1991 at the Christmas party of the company we both were working for. Since he lived and worked in northern Mexico our interactions were limited to a few times a year in which the employees from the central office in Mexico City and the ones from the satellite provincial offices got together for some special occasion or another.
JR and I had a chance to spend some time together when I went to give a three days course to the personnel of the clinical laboratory in a hospital in the city of La Paz, BCS., and JR stayed to learn the practical part of a new technology.
At the end of the day, we spent the afternoon talking about everything while seated on a bench facing the ocean.
Once the course was over, he went back to the city where he lived and I changed my plane ticket in order to spend the weekend visiting some of the attractions of the city and took a boat tour that included snorkeling and swimming with seals.
It was at this tour where I met a nice Canadian tourist that would become my pen-pal for some time and, eventually, we decided to start a semi-long distance relationship.
When JR heard about my boyfriend he would tease me whenever we got together by saying "Glo, thanks to me you got a boyfriend".
Months later I got engaged and, when JR saw the diamond on my finger he was all-over himself because, thanks to him, "Glo was going to have a husband".
One day in February 1995, someone called the company to let us know that JR had been in a car accident and died at the scene, leaving behind a pregnant wife and a little girl of about two.
Shortly after his death, I began dreaming about JR frequently. Although not always the same dream, he was invariably lurking from behind a half open door or from a next room. I knew that he wanted to tell me something but he couldn't because, within my dream, he was already dead and other times it was me who had died and he was still alive.
These dreams were unnerving and I would wake up tired and upset.
It was the end of April and I decided to talk to JR the next time I dreamt about him and I did it. When I saw him I walked to him and said "JR, I'm very sorry for what has happened to you, but I don't want to see you in my dreams again", and offered my hand to him.
We shook hands and his body began disintegrating before my eyes while radiating a beautiful white light... Brighter and brighter until the only thing left was his outline in the middle of an explosion of thousands of dazzling shards of light.
Little by little my hand became empty and a sense of peace overcame my self and I woke up rested and feeling good.
That was the last time I dreamt about JR.
Over the years, I have wonder if this dream was a visitation or if it was only a way of coping with the shock of his unexpected and untimely death, perhaps I was upset facing the uncertainty of a future one tends to take for granted but that, in reality, is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly.
To be honest, his death made me sad but didn't feel like a loss...it's hard to miss a person that hasn't been part of your daily life. Neither I think he needed of my - permission? - to move on, nor he had a final message to tell me during our last encounter.
I have come to think that, perhaps, JR only wanted to wish me a happy life.
I have realised that I got the date wrong... The clowns lingered until some time in the afternoon/early evening of April 2nd, and began, at least for me, at some point in the night of March 31st.
Still, they were around longer than usual.