Every now and then I think too much and slip into this imagination of calling my great great grandparents and asking them something...and after it begins to feel real, as soon as their voices become almost solid, that world slips from me and I'm faced with the fact that I'm alone, in my dark room, with no family to call...and that the family who mean the most to me died long before I was born.

It's hard to lose them when I slip from that world...

~e