When I was little and sick, my mother used to sing a song to me. An old song by a band she loved. I could hear her sing the same line over and over, so clearly. I could hear her perfectly in my mind and I hummed along. I was unable to sing, but I could hear the words. I could hum to keep myself awake. This one goes out to the one I love And I thought then, we could have our people with us anytime we wanted, in our minds. It was not having them physically that was the harder part.
