Now you seem to be trying to confuse the word “Communication” regarding the departed, believe you me, if they talked back to me I’d be the first to crap myself. But I do talk to my big brother who died when he fell out of his high chair in July 31, 1953 and hit his temple. I was born almost a year later on June 1. It almost destroyed my Mother. Her only brother who was 36 helped my mom through it but he got sick a few days later and died 28 days after my brother James. That did do my mom in and she didn’t come around till I was born. She never lost faith, she is 92 now and we were together at Mass yesterday. When I was going through some of the toughest days of my life last fall she suggested I talk to my brother because he is an angel. I was desperate enough to do so. I know he is with Jesus and I know he knows what is going on in my life and can’t help but think I’m living his life as well as my own. Well I opened up to him and told him I know I had a big brother and I loved him and I’m trying to live my life with honor and purpose but everything seems in a free fall. I prayed to Jesus and to my surprised things happened fast. I don’t communicate with the departed and I don’t know if God is granting my wish to avoid pain or the fortitude to deal with the pain, I’ve learned to like it that way.