Filet of Soul

I miss Chester.  Sometimes a lot.  Suddenly I need there to be souls, like the part of a living being that goes on living indefinitely.  Not just the energy that moves through the universe; I need there to be a conscious soul that can look down and know that I loved him, and one who can move on to a happier life, more like the one he truly deserves.

I've been spending a lot of time alone in the dark midnight/early morning hours thinking about Chester and souls.  What a relief it would be to communicate with invisible beings beyond us who know more than we do and those who have the full understanding of the meaning of life.  How heavy it feels to know that this is our only life, our only chance, with no omniscient and loving beings supporting us from the invisible worlds beyond.  Then suddenly soul becomes the part of a living being that feels compassion for other living things; the part of us that compels us to create a meaningful change that lives beyond us, even when we completely cease to be.

So is Chester really out there, getting married and saying "hello" to me from way up high, like my children say?  Or is Chester in me, forever having changed me, slowed me down, made me more aware and compassionate; has created in me a Me that is more valuable to You?