After getting home my dear auntie called. I haven't talked to her much since the passing of her youngest son, Paul. We caught up for an hour and I heard some really beautiful stories about how my cousins have experienced things that tell them Paul is there. His youngest daughter has said she can feel him there, odd lights have appeared in photos, and two of my cousin's friends had dreams with a happy healthy Paul popping by to say hello. One dream even featured a reference to the arcade we used to play in all the time at Hampton Beach when were kids -- one that is gone today, and the dreamer knew nothing about. I believe in this stuff now, and am grateful for the messages. Paul touched so many lives and it is impossible to believe he would just leave. Too special a person. This didn't just come out of the blue -- his parents are loving, kind, supportive, and strong people, too. I am grateful to be part of their family and love them all to bits. It was a nice conversation, and it amazes me my near eighty year old aunt stays up so late!
That being said, off for another day filled with laughter, love, and art. Game on - Hapi is coming today as a special 6th grader with a birthday today asked if he could come to help celebrate. You bet!