It's been three years since I talked to him - and I miss him so.
It's such a common occurance for anyone who loves - that feeling of absolute despair when they are gone from you. Our brains function on electric signals, nerves firing off. Grief could power homes for lifetimes if we could just learn how to harness it.
My dear uncle Frank (who is not really my uncle) shared his hindu wisdom to me one particularly bad day. That the body is only a vessel, and it was holding him back. How amazing for him now to be free of it and to do what he wishes. Another woman, a tarot card reader, told me he was happy - he was fishing! How could I be sad then? Still, I miss his voice, his letters, the feel of his hugs. I suppose I'm selfish, but I would give a lot to see him.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau