The young ones

My nephew saw one of his preschool teachers
taken away in an ambulance today because
she had a diabetic shock.

He had one if his "conversations" with his mom afterwards.
It starts off with naming all the baby animals
he can think of, then changes to something deep
and of the psychic realm.

Today he went through most of his relatives
saying when (and possibly how) they will die.
He can see it all.

He believes my mother will die within the year
and my father 5 years following. His other grand
parents 7 years after that "at the same time".

His mom and dad each at age 78 (a few years apart)

His brother and sister "old like gramma and grandpa"

Me, (meaning himself) at 45. "is that old?" he asks.

My sister does not reply to him, to explain.

My sister does not fully tell me what he says about me.
At first she said 70s then changed. She said he later said
"6587". I wonder if that is a different calendar year.

I must sleep now, we have a wedding to celebrate, but I feel
somber. Sober.

Cherish each moment as a gift.

I saw my mother a few days ago, and msyelf did not think
she looked well.

I look blankly into an open vault of time.
I see multiple futures, different lives.
Remember how I got here, this is not where I want to be.
I need to create a new reality.

I had it once in the palm of my hand.

I must begin again.

Love and light to you dear reader.
Take courage in each moment, it is all we have.