I know you are gone.  I watched as they pumped your chest.  And I watched as they stopped, in defeat, probably long after they should have.  I know you are gone, and yet I feel the need to call you home as if you’re just down the block, playing with friends and you’ve lost track of time.  It’s dark now, time for dinner.  I call to you as only a mother calls to her child.  You cannot answer.

“Love is the heartbeat of all life.” – Paramanhansa Yogananda