If only you had spoken in your final hour before your vision had begin to grow dim, and if you only could’ve told me what the feeling was like when you transition in the spiritual realm. Where are you dwelling, are you feeling alone, or are you bowing at the Master’s feet, are you singing with the angels with a harp in your hand or are you resting in eternal peace? Show me where you are and just lead the way to where your body has been properly laid, because I want to know if everything is well with you or are you begging to come out of your grave? If only you could seek me or just give me a glimpse because your soul is very hard to reach, and because you’re not with us in the physical realm I just wish that the dead could speak.