Today is my brother John's Birthday. He would be 63 years old. (I think) Sometimes I really believe that those that have gone before us are speaking to us. I hear the song "Dance" and I think of my sister, I see a heart, and I do find many rock shaped hearts, which I cannot resist picking up, those I think of my Mom. My Dad, it is the raven flying high above my head. But the rainbow is my brother John, seems he can brighten the darkest days for me with a rainbow. Are the dead talking? I believe!! This one is aimed straight up to the heavens.
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