I sat down, felt her presence, had a beer, took the phone off the hook, and went to sleep. I had decided that I may visit her tomorrow, or even Sunday. As if knowing of my decision, she could not wait longer, and she decided to go.
I feel my hand pursed in hers.
Heaven is created by a handful of people, and she is one of them. So, I know she will be happier, and wiser, and be free of her pain. She may find time to look after me. I can only hope.
When I freed that bird from the fireplace some weeks ago, that was a good enough goodbye. Look down now and watch us walk and watch us play and know it is all in your spirit. Goodnight. I love you. And God does too.
(Aug.9 - http://madman101.livejournal.com/954175.html)
