Captured in stained glass, young lives long since past

Sometimes the past comes to visit you.
Last night I dreamed of my friend, Tyler Curiel, who is a very well-known doctor. He was at Tulane when the Hurricane hit and stayed in the city with his wife and son to help the dying patients at the Hospital.
Once, I would sit at length and listen to either he, or Ruth, talk about their lives' work.
Both dedicated to finding a cure -- one for AIDS, the other for cancer. I haven't seen them now in a couple of years. And I didn't know where they'd gone until I found Tyler's bio today on the University of Texas Health Sciences Center San Antonio website.
But that was after the dream. A dream that consisted of an ultra distance race, a small coastal town, his kids, his wife, a couple of dogs, a camel, a gopher and a park bench. Trees had leaves. It was not Texas. And the dream was tinged with sadness and regret.
I don't know how it ended... nor what it means.
I just know that it came from a part of my past that is far from the forefront. And when it came to visit, it was in the rain.