If Isaac still existed, I had so many questions about what his experience had been so far. What was it like for him to cross over? What was he doing now? What are the possible ways he could communicate with us and how do I help him to do it? I wanted to catch up with him and talk about the one thing we never got the chance to talk about, his death. And as much as I wished that he could just answer my questions for me, I thought if it was even remotely possible, I would have to turn to other sources for my answers. I would have to turn to the accounts of others who had been where he was and lived to tell the story. However, if we were still a team, I wanted his input. I wanted to consult with him directly on which way we should go as parents in providing what our child needs. Looking for his guidance, I asked him for one thing.

          It was a typical early morning of our new normal and I was deep asleep, having a conversation with Isaac in a dream. Like most dreams since he passed, I was aware that he was supposed to be dead and couldn’t stay long but in this one, unlike in real life, I witnessed him dying. I half woke up, horrified and slightly pissed off. Our mornings were hard enough and the last thing I needed was the residual emotions of a nightmare to deal with on top of everything else. So I went back to sleep with one request from the universe. 

~ Excerpt from The Invitation to Exist, Chapter “Music is the Key”