It was an international flight and was to be long.

There was a young woman in line with us as well that my friend took notice of immediately. As I was trying to talk with him, I could see she was giving him the goo-goo eyes.

I had suggested that he and I sit together and I had a lot to catch up with him with. There were very few passengers so the flight was pretty much open seating.

As we made our way to the back of the plane, we sat in the same row with the one seat open between us.

I noticed that the girl decided to sit directly behind us to which my friend turned to her and introduced himself.

I could tell I wasn’t going to get a word in at all so when she got up to use the bathroom, I left a note in her seat explaining that I really needed to speak with my friend and that she please sit somewhere else.

When she came back, she read the note and then passed it to my friend and he was not amused. He looked at me and then looked at her and then invited her to sit between us.

As she climbed over the seats, I turned to my friend and began to rush through all I wanted to say and that I felt there wasn’t much time.

I told him how his parents were proud of him. How his brothers still honored him all these years. How his neice loves watching all our childhood home movies. How he was still missed so much every day since he left us.

I looked out the window of the airplane and could see the sun rising and I knew our time was coming to a close. I could see in his eyes that his consciousness was beginning to come back and knew exactly what I was trying to tell him ... That he was dead.

As the light started to fill the cabin, he started to slowly disappear and the sound of an alarm began ringing.

As I opened my eyes and found myself in my bed, I could still see his face slightly as he faded away and my own consciousness began to return.