our heartbeats becoming slow by @ladytharen She didn’t like to think of it but – her mother, her father, and Saw – they were all wisps of memory to her now, and little more. Their memories were feather light, admonitions and gentle advice mixed together with their deaths, and she had learned her lessons well. But …

In another life I’m there with you,  In another life you are with me,  In another life everything is as it should be –  Wilfred Mellers