A little while ago, I began to order his altar. I removed the items in the prayer bowl, placed them together and took the bowl to the kitchen to polish it. It will be used at the memorial celebration. I spread the polish on the bowl, sat it carefully in the sink, rinsed my hands, and turned to leave the kitchen. At the door, the bowl rang. Small, but very clear.

Thank you, my love. I *did* need that. . . .