storied

albeit a movie replete with some cheese, my wife and i watched ‘city of angels’ last night.  neither of us remembered that it begins with a little girl passing from physical life to the next experience of the soul and that created a flood of emotion mostly tied to june 13 2007 and my distinct awareness of how close i had come to losing both my wife and my youngest daughter.  throughout the movie, as angels met the people passing to the next experience of the soul, emotion kept creeping into my awareness.  that i dreamt later about my youngest daughter having wandered away from me on a street corner and my panic only to find her gaily walking back next to traffic…all was certainly related.  the opening scene of the movie…with the little girl looking down over her feet as she laid on the hopsital gurney…that image created the intense memory of my oldest daughter keeping eye contact with me as an oral surgeon worked on a cyst in her mouth.  and every scene in the movie of the angels in the library…it kept taking me back to being the seattle library with my son.  our kids are scribes upon our soul