by cheri block
Joan left the earth’s atmosphere the other night after lingering for several weeks in and about her children’s homes.
Now a spot of energy in the Grand Scheme of Things, Joan is on her way.
I did not expect to be privy to the experience that took place on Thursday night last.
I had just taken a break from a long day of correcting papers and had stepped out onto our patio. My awareness heightened by the deepening darkness overtaking the Western sky, I looked toward the flickering city lights around the San Francisco Bay, and there in our meadow among the English walnut trees, moving at a tremendous speed without regard for limb or earthly life, was Joan in her new iteration.
A proton supreme, she arced and dove through my vision like Tinkerbell on her way to Never Neverland.
Not one to miss an opportunity to speculate about the Life Beyond, I telepathically caught her just before she left.
Where are you going, Joan? I whispered into the night.
Her hearing restored, she murmured, I’m drawn without resistance to the Supernova, Cheri. The one where exist other sources of inspirational energy. I’m hoping to locate Hugh and my father, Jimmie.
Oh. I communicated silently to her. I’m sure you will meet Eleanor Roosevelt there.
Perhaps, she twinkled back.
And then, before I could offer salutations, she was gone.