WARNING — -THIS MAY MAKE YOU CRY

# 3 Dear Love, I am so encredably verklempt over our new friendship. At one time I think you asked me if I had any visitations from beyond the veil and if so I should tell you about it. This is what comes to mind.

Sometimes I wonder if there are other people like me or if I’m the only one. I cried so hard when I hear this song. Stephanie Rainey is so freaking amazing.
I think about my sister Pat. Pat loved me to death I was like her real life baby doll when I was born. I think all of my wonderful beautiful tender feelings of love and related from the wonderful way that she treated me when I was an infant.

I want to believe that we can connect with the spirit. My brother Bob told me that the night before we heard that Pat had passed away, she came to Bob in a dream and Bob said she just looked at him and said,
“It’s okay Bob” . I don’t pretend to understand everything but that was a very powerful message . I can’t say that Pat ever visited me from the other side of the veil.
I’m ashamed of myself that I was so startled when I got a phone call from Dorothy, my wife’s cousin that had died the day before. I answered the phone and I heard her voice and I was so startled that the scene just evaporated and Dorothy never came back to visit me again. I liked Dorothy a lot , even eye candy flirtations. I so wish that phone call hadn’t ended like that.I really did have a soft spot for her in my heart.Even though this happened a long time ago I still feel guilty. As you can see, I have feelings inside of me that I am not good at connecting with people that have passed away. Maybe it’s a good thing because I’m so empathetic and so emotional that I think I would just come apart like I’m doing right this minute. I think a good writer should point out if he’s becoming emotional and having either beautiful or sad tears.Something to be proud of, not ashamed of.
That’s what makes us human beings, our ability to feel and never deny any and every emotion.I hope you don’t mind indulging me in allowing me to bring forward a poem about my sister Pat. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who wrote it , or who you think of when you hear this, it can still make you cry.