Grandma Gerry, when I forget how much I miss you, when I think of you instead of me, I daydream about your heaven and what might be there. There would be lots of yummy, no-longer-dangerous cigarettes, sweet and satisfying. And rose gardens - red roses, pink, yellow, white and red red red.
What is light? What is light within? What is light within light? Stillness becoming alive, yet still? A lively understandable spirit once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. - Theodore Roethke .