'Goodbye'

"Psychic abilities are a blessing, a gift, in this family. You know that." Victoria spoke aloud to Randy.

"A curse sometimes, too, when you get too, too close to someone." Randy answered. "To know someone else's mind too completely is a frightening business."

Jean of course, was a psychic. When, though, did Randy first know his grandmother was a mind reader as well? This gift, curse, blessing, calling, whatever, was a heavy burden to bear. It had kept him from getting too close to anyone in this life. The minds of those in his world were active, loud, sometimes too vicious and honest for him to deal with.

If Randy had only known the entire story of Grandma Jeans' life, he would've understood her in exactly the same way she probably needed to be understood.

When Jean and Randy saw each other for the last time in this lifetime, they both knew it was for the last time. We were saying goodbye in our minds, because no one knew she would be passing away before Randy came back. But they both knew. They connected mentally, staring into each others eyes, saying 'goodbye, and I love you...'

Randy left in tears, bittersweet and lovely. They'd said goodbye in their minds.