Octave could never see him--and it was so strange--I saw him so plain.

And my mother and father were there too--there was nothing between me and any dead person.

I could see them and speak to them whenever I wished.

People speak of separation from those who die.

But there is none--they are always there.
And when you talk to them, you know that you are immortal as they are--only you are not like them.