Many folks know the exquisite pain of beloved child death.
They start out believing that they will never experience
their young friend’s company again but this need not
be true because just like deep remorse can twist a
person’s guts into undo-able knots, the memory
of anyone may be appreciated & molded into
such fine fantasy that it begins to envelop
and participate in our reality similar to
patriotic duty or fervent adherence
to religious guidance. As soon as
we realize that like lost keys
our dreams are not destroyed
but more than likely in the possession of others who
may know nothing of our lock but whom treasure the keys just the same.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Choose which dimension you want to be in and get going because there are many worlds to explore.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Everett
http://imaginingthetenthdimension.blogspot.ca/
http://youtu.be/U08iKG4tfFE
Like all my children, I think of you every day Nadine.
I know a part of you is definitely out here somewhere but plenty of you resides timeless in the hearts of us who love you.
And like everything else, our love don’t and cannot stop.