Today is November 8th, 2008; Pop's birthday. In life terms he would be ninety four years old but he is now timeless, outside of the boundaries of human measurement. He is in sprit in the purest form of existence; light. This used to be a difficult day for me but it is one now which is lauded with joy and enjoyed with the celebration of his life.
When I was in the gallery this morning, "Hey Pop, Happy Birthday" echoed from my lips into space, resounding with happiness and good wishes. A few seconds later I felt an all encomassing vibration envelop me with an embrace of warmth and love. I felt his presence. This was not imagined, it was real.
"I'm gonna make you proud," I exclaimed to him. I heard, "You already have!" "I know, but I've only just begun," I promised.
I could both see and feel his beaming smile as it permeated every cell in my being. What a great gift to receive on his day, and how typical. He always gave gifts to everyone else on his birthday. It was always his greatest pleasure to spread joy and love. After all, is there really anything better?
I Love You Pop,
Always,
Carl
