When we have marched the last of our days, we come here. I cannot tell you the why or how of it, that is beyond our ken, but the Great Promise is the Creator's gift to us. The pain of this loss may be great, but it is temporary, Little One. The love that binds us, and the Great Promise, heal the heart, Little One. Love is not transitory.
Love lasts forever.
We are here, Little One. We will be together again. Virginia's voice was soft. But even in the pain, the Creator has given us balm against our grief. Look around you, Little One.