Touched

No matter what you believe, or don't believe. It is a sobering thought. A sweet thought. One that kind of blows my mind on every level. One that makes me imagine I am only dreaming and that all the other incredibly beautiful things that are happening to me are all some figment of my imagination.

I remember being three years old and contemplating death. I'm not exactly sure why I was doing that at such a young age, but I do recall that I was afraid I wouldn't know anyone there and I would be alone. I have thought many other things since then, but the idea that someone wants me to be there for them in their version of heaven?

Nothing may ever touch me more than that. Somehow that validates me in ways I can't explain.

Ways that really make no sense at all and yet make a difference.