Isn't horrible how quickly the weekend goes and then Monday tends to drag and drag and drag.... Then once Monday is over the rest of the week flies by. I must admit that we are all to some extent wishing our lives away. I then always think about one of the first times Jonathan came to visit me, I was lying on the couch in the lounge in Cumberland Road, we had dark green curtains with yellow and red stripes, he came up to me and was playing hide and seek, he hid himself behind the curtain in the bay window. I remember crying because for him there is no time or space and he will stand there mere seconds before I pull back the curtain and grab him into my arms. BUT, I have to live the rest of my life (another 30/ 40 years) before I can pull back the curtains and hold him in my arms.
I know this is probably a little down beat today but there are times when I think of him more and today seems to be one of those days. You see I am not afraid to die. I'd be lying if I said I was not afraid of HOW I might die, but I am certain enough the death is only the beginning. I like to imagine death as the arrivals hall of a huge airport, where people are coming in from all over and the ones they love are all there waiting, mothers and their children are reunited. Lovers run into each others arms and sisters scream with delight at the sight of each other.
I will certainly be screaming with delight when my sister picks us up from Oliver Tambo in July, unfortunately in this life, she's also going to have to take me back. In death there is no going back and we are reunited forever.
In love and light.
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