I spoke to Rick today. Like a medium who speaks to the dead. While very little occurs in the physical plane, it’s all made substantial in the imagination. There is so much I believe, because I have to, or face the reality that it is time to let go. He cares only for moments so brief, a sneeze takes longer, and it is certainly more fulfilling. Better and more accurate to say he does not care. If I were to die, and the news delivered to him, the response would be a little like this: Elizabeth who? Elizabeth who!?!