I can relate to this reading because I am still here and my beloved, in a sense, is gone. For 64 years we lived as one, and now that I am alone, I need him even more, so I believe he is near for every instance of the life I lead without him. We breathed together in life, and we still breathe together, for he is always with me. At least, this is the belief that spurs me on until I can see him once again.
On Mar 10, 2026 Pat Hardy wrote :