I recently discovered a photo of me taken when I was four. It’s the only photo I know of taken of me when I was young, and I’d never seen it before. The boy is smiling, there is a twinkle in his eyes, and he looks happy. He is sitting in his mother’s lap. I think this is a message. I think I need to sit down and talk with him, two spirits, one at one end of life, one at the other.  Perhaps compare notes. I want to tell him it turned out all right. That he made it through.