The dead still come to me every now and then. But the....

“ The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember. ”

B.L. Brunnemer

From : Trying To Live With The Dead