My brain doesn't believe in messages from beyond, but my heart does. My grandpa died suddenly, and my cousin knew it. Years later, she knew when another cousin's plane was lost. She had a beautiful dream of our grandpa greeting him. I don't know how it works, but there's something there.

Edited for stoopid autocorrect.

I'm in Northridge. I will put a post with my address up in Press over the weekend.

My brain doesn't believe, but my heart does. That's a great wayvof putting it, libkitty. I'm the same way.

I will be there, Bon. I tutor until 1 but will come after if that's ok.

Of course it is ok, everyone is welcome.

I believe. Something rang the doorbell of my house in Spain on Thanksgiving evening, middle of the night, no one there at the door. Not even kids running down the road or anything. And it was a little dirt road, barely wide enough for one car. We were pretty far off the beaten path. A week later, the Red Cross contacted me to say my folks were requesting I be authorized emergency leave to go home to Wisconsin, my terminally ill brother wasn't expected to survive for more than another two weeks. So, I go home on emergency leave and when I get there, the family tells me that they almost lost Mike on Thanksgiving. Yeah, I know, he was ringing my doorbell to tell me good-bye. I believe.

That's really lovely, Ouise. I like the thought of you singing that for ita.

Yikes, Callaluna, how scary.

I will be there, Bon bon. Please let me know what I can bring.

bon bon, we'll be there.

Part of my brain really wants ita's parents & sister to be forced to play in the backyard with Noah and Grace. By N&G(because that's how it works, take my word for it.) Because it is so joyful, if tiring. And the giggles are good for you.