If you build it, they will come.

I remember this outfit I am wearing above. 

My grandparents Joe and Alice on the left, Aunt Betty and Uncle Tom on the right.

Mom and I on the swing.

Mom and Dad, probably late fifties.  Just so stunning.

I caught the last hour or so of Field of Dreams the other night.  I love that movie.  Especially the last few minutes.
When Kevin Costners character looks out at the field he built, that was inspired by a feeling of something bigger someday, I had a sudden ache in my heart.
That is our mountain. 
They built it, and we continue to come.
70 years later, continue to show up.  Listening to crickets, telling same old stories, and adding new ones.
Our memories are what keep the place ALIVE with the spirits of those that have gone before us.
I remember last year one summer night just sitting in the quiet dark, listening for something, anything that would take me back to those days.
"Are you here?"
I whispered to the night.
"Can you hear me?"
I imagine my people wandering around the cottages, sitting in the shelter, walking through the grove, sitting around the fire, sitting on the swing, playing cards, swimming in the pool, sitting on the porches.
Just as in the movie, the players were in the field playing their game, which was their heaven....
I believe our people are THERE- among us- behind a thin veil of our faithfulness.
It is only when we can let go of doubt and fear that we will begin to believe in the heaven of our dreams.
To all be together again in a place that has always been safe, and accepting, and filled with love.  Every rock, tree, scrap of wood has our history and present scattered about it.  Motes of dust are songs we sang, poems that were told.
Tweets of birds and rustling of leaves are the laughter of our generations saying....
"Don't be afraid, we are here, just a whisper away, be happy, live your life, we have an eternity together."
The night skies with the crickets and sounds of dark are not of loneliness, no matter how alone we may feel or sad for those we have lost.
The night is filled with sparks of light in the sky of those we love watching and smiling because, when they built  it... We all came, and their heaven is right here with us.
No matter how near or far we may be in miles to the place of our union-The Mountain-
We are forever bound by something that has no limits, no time frame, no clock.
LOVE is endless, boundless, timeless, bottomless, far reaching beyond all imaginations.
Your first thought of those we miss is followed by their touch on your shoulder that is recognized only by a feeling of comfort.
Our tears for what we miss, are dried by the whispers of "love is never lost".
Now that the generation that BUILT our mountain have all gone, we can be sad, and long for those days.
But remember, these days now are the memories of tomorrow, someday our children will look back on NOW and think of these days as the good old days.
Make it worthy.  It doesn't have to be the same, we make it our own.  Just because it is different doesnt make it any less valuable.
YOU are all the beautiful people someone will look back on and say...
"I really miss them."
Make a memory, hold a hand, give a hug, say I do love you.

"Is this heaven?"
"No, this is the Mountain."