Last night, I was in bed and my mind went walkabout. It came flush up against a brick wall which said "No! This cannot be!" I was suffused with a feeling of surreal disbelief that I was actually an orphan. My mind reeled, I shook my head back and forth and said aloud, "No!" It felt so unreal, I was confronted anew with the monumental loss of my mother and my father. It was unbelieveable to me, at that intense moment, that I would never see them again; never hear them, again; never be able to speak with them, again; sing with them, again; listen to them, again. It is such a deep, deep sense of loss. While I hope my time here is a long one, I will be deeply grateful when I die to see them again and in the meantime, I give thanks for any little *connections* with them I may experience. May it be so for all who suffer such great loss.