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You are supported, never abandoned, and always couched lovingly in the great yet intimate presence of All That Is, whose love forms your breath, your life, your death, as in which the unknown divinity is always blessed and ever known.

(After I turned her I broke down crying when I tried to tell her how much I loved her. Jane cried too. I couldn’t believe this was happening, even after all of the signs that have accumulated over the years. The import and impact of today’s session made things quite clear.

(After I had her situated on her side, I sat back for my usual nap, but didn’t actually sleep much. I felt terribly sad. Jane had talked about how much she loved nature, and how she wanted to see the house one more time, and the cats. I told her about the four deer — three bucks and a doe — that I’d seen out back this morning, nibbling away in the so-called wildflower garden. Some blood-red poppies are up now.

(And so there it is. Carla called for Jane at 9:15, as I was typing this material. She told me that Jane loved me, and that she was having “a better night.” I asked Carla to give Jane my love. And the fact that my wife is having a better night may mean something, or not … I’d told her this afternoon that I’d been prepared to receive a call from the hospital at any time, telling me to get my ass down there because my wife was failing and the end was near. And Jane smiled and said that she’d been tempted many a time to have me called to come see her, especially late at night.

(I love you, Jane, and don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I feel like the latter. I wish you the best, whether you leave or stay. Today’s session says it all, I guess, for it means that better things lie ahead for you — and me — and if that’s the case, what have we got to worry about?