Apparantley Sam got my message after all. I saw him straighten out my picture before he disappeared into the night. I tried to get through to him via the telephone but nobody bothered to answer. Might as well, whoever I call, they don't seem to get it. Doesn't stop me from trying though. I loved my people in life and in death. I'm always there even when their eyes are closed.
Earth people don't see the way Heaven people do. We have real soul eyes and we can communicate without talking. Our communication is love. Everything we do is in the name of love. When we call and nobody's at the other line it means "Hello, I love you." When you find a penny out of nowhere, it means "I'm right there with you baby, don't worry." When you feel a surge of warmth every time you pray, it means "I got the message, I love you too." The funny thing is that everybody gets the message even when they don't know they are receiving it.
Diane, you were in Europe when I died. I know you felt bad and you cried numerous times. My death pulled you out of your European darkness and you came back home to Boston. You joined the convent and you devoted your religious healing to me. I couldn't have been more touched, honey. You prayed for me countless times and I recieved every single one of them. They radiated a warm pink light that camein laser beams of Pepto Bismal. Sorry to be crude, but it's true.
Cliff, there was a reason you found pennies often at the house on Abbey Lane. You were scared to death of that rottweiler with good reason. He was a abused animal and couldn't take really to anyone other than the owners who treated them so bad. I heard you say to yourself "Ma says if you see a penny, pick it up." She was right Cliffy! You and your mom are smarter than you will ever know.
Finally, to my boy, Sam. You took my death harder than anybody with good reason. You were the reason I went so far in coaching and I was the reason I held you back from baseball. I know you understand why I did it and I feel your gratitude. The night I died, I didn't see my daughter first, I saw you. Watching you cry yourself to sleep was painful, but you needn't have cried, dear boy. I was okay. I was so proud that you didn't drink. You've been sober for a good eight years and I've smiled down on you proudly the whole time. Since I met you, not a day goes by where I don't thank God I didn't have you in my life. I love you so much.
If you could hear me, tell Cliff that the whole shoe theory is not what life all connects to; it's love. Sure sore feet is a bitch but having a sore heart is a thousand times worse. Heal your heart, heal your life. Somebody should go relay the message to Carla. Lord knows I've tried to reach her on that one. Seriously though, Cliff was wrong. All great men know how to love. Just like I love all of you.