He has been keeping me company while I've been writingn a new book about whatever it is, missing him ad making clay and washing diieshes and whatever the hell makes me curuous and he's often every funny. He always was. But it makes me miss him even more. Still, I'm lucky.
You’re both lucky. Obviously I don’t know what happens when you die but it doesn’t seem far fetched that he misses you too. All that love and energy, still out there somewhere. xo
He's going to win in the long run, but we don't have to go down without a fight.
I hear Chuck's voice in. myhead all the time. In the present. It's lovely. This was one of those times.
I still hear the voices of those I've lost as well.
Most of the voices are barks, but that's me.
OH! BARKS. BREAKING MY HEART.
Me too.
For got to say thank you. Thank you.
Glad you’re still corresponding with Chuck, Abigail.
me too, me too. thanks, Wendy.
I am hoping he still isn’t ready to bring you to him and will let you hang peacefully with us for a long while. We aren’t ready to let you go. ❤️🌹🌼
You are so kind. Thank you.
Oh, my loving Goodness!!! How powerful!!!
It seems that most of the people here are friends of yours, but I--just a reader and fan--hope it's ok to eavesdrop. I love your writing so.
I hear my mother more than most. My brother who passed in August never speaks. But he hangs around me like he has something to say.
Crazy, huh?
Not crazy. Was he like this when he was still here in his human shape?
And chills...because yes. He was a quiet guy unless he was drinking. It's like he always wanted to say something but wouldn't.
Chuuuuccckkkk!!! Deeeaaaaaatttthhhhhh!! ABBBBBBBBBBYYYYYY!!!! Love you to bits.
OH ADAH. I LOVE YOU TO BITS TOO. THANK YOU.
Ooof.
I knew that was Chuck. Good one!
I LOVE THAT YOU KNEW THAT, ANN.
HOW ARE YOU THESE DREADFUL DAYS?
What a cosmic union! Wow.
THANK YOU, PRAJNA.'
Hi Abigail. I want to call you soon for a catch-up. I miss you.
I’m glad he still talks to you. I’m glad you still talk to him. Your friendship is beautiful still. xo
He has been keeping me company while I've been writingn a new book about whatever it is, missing him ad making clay and washing diieshes and whatever the hell makes me curuous and he's often every funny. He always was. But it makes me miss him even more. Still, I'm lucky.
You’re both lucky. Obviously I don’t know what happens when you die but it doesn’t seem far fetched that he misses you too. All that love and energy, still out there somewhere. xo