there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make sense anymore.” Rumi
After he became immobile, his devoted daughter Janice would drive him every day to Grampy Joe's gravesite to either water or replace the flowers and became part of his ongoing tribute to his deepest source of conscious unconditional love.
In November of 2012, I sent him a letter titled Love Note To My Twin ~ which was read to him by his wife and set the stage for his final passage ~ " The twin connection defies description, Bobby ~ it’s a loving connection that goes beyond time and space ~ it’s a deep knowing soul connection that was cemented in the womb as well as our shared birth experience. Since I am the first born twin, two minutes before you, it is my responsibility to prepare you for the final transition by sharing that God (a loving plan in action) only reveals itself to a grateful heart and that alone will prepare you for your final passage. My heart is most definitely grateful that you were my loving twin and companion for so many years and I will most certainly be with you in your final moments and most definitely when you pass through the event horizon of physical death. Right now, you may feel increasingly alone since it’s so difficult to speak and move ~ but you are being well taken care of and are most certainly loved by your immediately family as well as brothers and sisters. But be aware that I am already holding your hand, as I did as a young infant, and as you look out that window at the Thompson Club playing field you will see me beckoning to you, with a baseball bat on my shoulder, telling you to hurry up before the summer rain squall starts and you will smile knowingly and be grateful, as I am, that you are indeed blessed to be a twin." See letter ~ http://www.veteranstoday.com/2012/11/16/love-note-to-my-twin/