The metaphor of the light has failed us but we must not rob the medium of the magic of its namesake. We meet when the war ends and the war ends when we meet. And so, we must keep building bridges for the beloved to cross over. The veil is not as thick as advertised; I promise. Find a thread and pull. And add to it. There is room for all of us on this tapestry. Even our failures can be woven in. If you are reading this, I want you to dream of hope. I need you to believe. Find shade, under the lilacs. Know that you are loved.