A Heart Connection

‘Aba, you are forever in my heart.’

That was all I had to say.  Not much for a wordy sort of person such as myself.  I had spent time thinking about it, for the eulogy and in communication with people, but I was quite speechless.

Since I wrote this, I have heard words to that affect every so often and it grabs my heart every time.  They are no longer what I once perceived to be a figure of speech.  They are truth.  I feel my father’s presence in my heart.  It is a palpable, real thing that is with me always, whether I am paying attention or not.

As the weeks have gone by I have been experiencing a heart connection, and although I have learned it from my dad, it is not limited to him alone.  I have realised that we carry each other in our hearts.  We facilitate each other’s being and manifest each other’s love through our hearts. 
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I know that my father is no longer with me physically, at least not in a form a that I recognise.  As for his spiritual whereabouts, I do not know.  But I know now that he is with me in a very real sense, in my heart, and will always be.  I also know that we do not have to die to have a heart connection.  We need only be open to it to experience its expansive affects.  And I believe there is room in our hearts for every being, we need only open our hearts to welcome them in.