Dear Bob (from Margie Cook)

Dear Bob,

They tell me you’re gone, but you and I both know that is not true. You are just beyond the veil looking back at those you love. You see their tears and long to reach out and comfort them, but your dad is tugging at your arm, anxious to get you home where Joan and your mother are waiting for you. You look around and remember this place; the day you ran out of the house slamming the screen door behind you as you rushed to your first day at school. Your mothers voice calling you from the kitchen saying, “don’t jump over any fences”.

Your dad was at the airport waiting to see you off. He handed you a “round trip ticket” and with tears in his eyes he hugged you for the last time as you parted the veil and peaked into mortality. Last week you once again found that round trip ticket in a box with your old skate key and a chewed up dog collar. Suddenly you felt yourself fly and as you looked back you saw your home shrinking from view. It took your breath away as you soared high into the sky but then you felt a familiar hand in yours and your dads voice saying “how was school today Bob? It looks like you tore your new pants jumping fences.

But did you see the rainbows and did you learn to love? I wanted to go with you but it was you not I that needed to try Godhood. You did well my son, you and Joan left behind something that can never be made again. Two wonderful sons, that will carry our name into eternity. Try not to worry about them they will be fine. You taught them well and they have loving arms to hold them until you see them again. We better hurry the women are waiting and the food is getting cold. Its so good to see you, welcome home son.”

I will never forget you.

Margie