Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
William, I have always felt that our spirits are made of light. Then when my mother passed away, she came to me in a dream...a dream of beautiful, soft, white, light and she had gorgeous large, white wings. Even her hair was snowy white. I have never forgotten this beautiful dream over the more than 20 years since she left us. Your beautiful words could have been written for my dream. Thank you for this gentle and lovely reminder~
And I thank you, Jan. Softly we go. It’s a gift you give, by sharing this here.
Indeed you're both giving the best gift Our Soul that never dies...thank you both xx
Thank you, Lorraine....
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