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A King or Queen
A tiny Jill.
The important part for many of us is coming to grips with the hard line...I want (need) you to know.
I've come to believe, the people who feel like their loved ones are aware they are not left behind, heel easier than those who think they have to let them to go... because other (well meaning types-and they are truly-all that) expect them to move on along... in life, soon as the crowd thins.
I'm wondering...twenty years later, if it isn't healthier for us as humans to tuck the Cards into the safe place next to our heart (breast pocket) like a letter, hold them close and when we can... try to allow them, to mold or morph into the people we are lucky enough to continue to be able to love, in the right now.
This poem makes me think...his Queen...she ruled beautifully, during her Reign. Lucky man.
True love is a beautiful event.
Thanks for sharing this, once again.