As Pamela and I went to sleep on Thursday night, our minds racing thinking about our friend.... the grandmother clock on our first floor chimed once, clearly. We both sat bolt upright.
It hasn't been wound for over 3 years.
It was nice of Mark to drop by.
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What a lovely series of reflections on this good man. Amazing story about the clock. He was telling you it's all right. All our imaginings of the horror of that night we'll likely get through and past them - it's us that are stuck is story right now and that's all right too.
But I have a "felt sense" that Mark is sending us energy now. Knowing you have such good friends and strong connections is a blessing to me - and knowing that it goes on now with the family - well, that's what it's all about.
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