For me, when Barb died, it was like a light went out. I remember feeling like every cell in my body was drained of energy. I felt lifeless, non-emotional, cold, and hopeless, rather like the marionette that hung in my closet when I was a kid. My form

was here, but nothing within me was working.

                                ~Mike

You Are

You are my light

you are my soul

you are me.

You are right

you are wrong

you are me.

You are love

you are fear

you are me.

You are my light

you are my soul

you are me.

Excerpt from “My Compass,Our Story-A Journey through Life and Death”