Both of my folks are dead, EEE. None of that "passed away" shit. I was extremely close to them and we had 1001 conversations about everything under the sun. There was nothing left unsaid when they died. I was honored to be with them at the end. They knew how profoundly grateful I was for their love, wisdom, and guidance, and I could not have loved them more. In a way I feel I have internalized the best parts of them. I don't envision ever seeing them again (here or anywhere else) though the idea is obviously incredibly appealing. My dad occasionally appears in my dreams and I often say, wait a minute dad, you're dead (or something to that effect). I can't say why he appears though given how politically aware he was, I sure miss those current affairs discussions. He was a prolific letter to the editor writer and I have the bulk of his work. His pen would have been kept busy by the pathetic party that now passes for the GOP. You would have enjoyed both of my parents immensely, EEE. I've often thought that I was the offspring of a Mr. Spock father and an Eleanor Roosevelt mother. A real mix of logic and compassion.

Peter T.