Help me remember that I am love.

Please, my angels, help me to remember, beneath everything, before and             after
everything, that I am love.

Ginny helps me by telling me that she loves me, by never letting go of         seeing me as
love, by sticking with me through no matter what grief         and terror and complaints
and crankiness I give her.
She still loves me.

Let God in.
Bob, let God in. The angels are there to help. Friends are there to help (though
sometimes you must help them, we must all help each other         to remember that we
are all love, that we are really here to share         love together).
God still loves me.

This is love.