Some days you are just closer to the spirit world. It is a foggy morning in the DMV. I live less than 5 miles from Dulles. The runways run parallel to our neighborhood, so there is not excessive noise, but I can occasionally watch planes come and go.
As I watched this morning, the planes appeared and vanished inside of the clouds and fog, slipping in and out of existence. At my feet was my faithful friend of 13 years. He is living out his last week. He too made a brief appearance in this world and is now slipping into whatever comes next. I’m not sure whether or not there are dogs in heaven. But If they are not there, I’m not really interested in visiting.
