Long before I hug you under the shed of light, you have chosen me to do….
It is not my intention. It is your wish to do….
Down to me you flew….
To my life, to my heart, to get absorbed by my soul.
Time to press the button:
Last day of your physical being to be with us….
They call it death, let’s call it gate….
You’ve chosen somebody else,
Be great. Be the bearer of the light….
I never regret for being your human – tears flowing isn’t a sign of sadness. Allow me to cry when remembering you, it is a celebration of my pride of being a mom of a cat that is now waiting to be born as a human being….
Wherever you are, be loving, be loved….
Thank you, Bob….
Singapore – July 23, 2014 – 11:22