I just got through reading Linny Prucha's serial novels on Ebay, user ID lprucha108, helionautix.com. Her stories really touched me. I was taken in by the depth of her emotion and love for her son who died of Crohn's disease at the age of 23.

I knew instantly what that was like to lose someone who lives in your heart every second. I grew up caring for my mother who was plagued with several illnesses before I was born and throughout my entire childhood. She died suddenly and I was not there when she died, having just recently married and moved away. It was a long time before I could let go of my guilt at not being present.

"Kmal mle meringel a renguk ak di lemangel e loldiu el mor ngii, meng dilak el mei." Translation: "There was so much pain in my heart. I cried and wailed for my mother, but she never came."

I knew then when she died at 42 my mother was better off and would not have to endure a lifetime of suffering. But at the age of 19, I felt the loss and pangs of guilt so deeply. For several months after her death she visited me and my sister to assure us of her love. She was also present to protect my father from a near-fatal car accident that should have taken his life only a month after her funeral. He was spared and walked away with only a few scratches. Truly a miracle.

I realized then to cherish those moments you have with a loved one. Time is so short in this dimension while we exist in a bubble of biology and our spirits can choose to take flight at any time.

Miracles happen everyday. Like the one taking place right now between you and me.

"Ak utkeu er kau ma tiall okul a klausechelei er kid."
translation: "I cherish you and our bond of friendship."