[A lone voice whispers from The Great In-Between] Some nights, if I'm lucky and God allows it, you appear. [Pause] My own beloved mother. One of life's loves, I still treasure like no other. [Breath] The generational spark of my own inner resilience and power. A beautiful woman I'll always love from birth until I, too, am destined to leave this earth. [Long pause] Those miraculous otherworldly junctures, when they unexpectedly develop. Always makes me involuntarily shiver. And when I arise, invoked by the early morning lights. [Pause] I always cry when you've been. For I miraculously just find one of your souvenirs. [Breath] A beautiful small white feather, and within that, a captivating moment. I always see us. Standing close together at midnight, on that deteriorating bridge. Gently holding hands forever. Whatever our plights. [Pause] Even though so long ago. You were consecrated to turn quietly to dust. One sad night. [Breath] And in that sweet moment of self-revelation. As we stand like mother and son. So close together. [Pause] I then always know what I sometimes forget, but always remember. The justifications why my soul invariably, unconsciously appears to cry. [Pause] For deep down inside, I know. [Long pause] Those we love never really die.
