Thursday, February 7, 2013

Phone calls from Heaven.

That old white phone of yours we bought back from the USA? The one you had for years? It sits in our dining room on a small table. I only use it when the power goes out because it’s one of THOSE old phones. The baby always picks it up and says “Clarry, come home! We miss you!”. Today she held it to her ear, said hello and looked as if someone were really talking to her. She’d nod and say “Ok” followed with the usual, “Come home tonight Clarry! We miss you!”.

I picked it up this afternoon hoping to hear whatever she was hearing.

I wish it were that simple considering the veil is that thin.

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