I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
very sweet
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I have always thought that too…
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You and I love Rose Colored Glasses. š
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This is absolutely beautiful, Linda.
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I wonder, so often, how much effort it must take for those we love to reach beyond the veil to touch us in some way. I’m sure it’s an huge effort, one for which I am very grateful
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Such lovely thoughts
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I like to think they are near, although, they are far. It helps, somehow.
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Catching up (seems like a permanent thing for me) and reading backwards; was concerned here until I came to the last sentence…and then of course the beautiful Part One of this story in the earlier post below. This is lovely writing and beautifully illustrated. I think often about things I wish Iād asked my dad and how I would love to have him answer!
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I so understand that feeling. I guess we get to —someday—at least I hope so.
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Precious memories!
Beautiful!
Lisa!!
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Thank you, Lisa
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