Mabel
How is it not grand and glorious that we all live on and that we can meet and communicate? There is no real separation by death. We are around you often. Only you don’t see us. The old mortal eyes do not see very much at best. Happyt days to you is my wish. Love to all
Clarence Alderman

Did you see me come in? I move as swiftly as a metior, and as quietly as a summer zephyr. _tine(?) Dimon(?).