When the door of death closes on a friend or loved one, the living are left to contemplate the mystery; to fascinate over the abstraction. But, if time is a portal, as many believe, and the spirit can walk again on this earth in a new form, it bridges the gap between the dark abyss and reality. Such considerings, then, excite the mind for who we were; how we lived; and, more curiously, were we loved by someone. Though time may wash clean all memories,...