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  • Today something strange happened to me. I was in the middle of a hundred things inside my head and my thoughts were flying like lost birds in a storm. I ran to the telephone to call my mother on the other side of the world to have one of our weekly conversations. I needed the comfort and her love and to calm the birds and make them sleep As I picked up the phone I realized my mother had been dead for many years. I felt for a moment I was in the past and suddenly reality woke me up out of this trance and I knew she was not here anymore. I had to deal with my own storms and the rebellious birds who kept flying in a frantic dance of worry.

    I felt so stupid about trying to call someone who was not in this world anymore. What a pity there is not a telephone in Heaven.
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