There is no doubt in my mind that you are at the top of your class.  

I love letting my mind wander and imagine you flying all through heaven to visit the souls we here on earth consider departed. 

How marvelous to think of you chatting away with the singers and songwriters you met through your transistor radio and grew up with. Oh to be a fly on the cloud. 

I suspect communicating is like whispers of thought tracing arcs through the air on ribbons of light and love.  

Pray for me dear heart and considering you are a lot closer–from your lips to God’s ear–ask for a little more saving grace cause I’m having some real hurting times down here. 

In the mean time I know the missing will be less each day I get older and closer. 

One more thing sweet Bette; I suspect soon a bell will ring, congratulations will be in order and on that day let my cheek feel a wisp of the wonderful air made free by your delicate wings.

Love to you all