There was a purgatory on earth that we theliving wandered into, clinging on to the memories of the person, breathing in the clothes still hanging in the closet until timegently ameliorates their fragrance, blending it into the sameness of air. Our ghosts resided there, in that closet. Few of us hadthe courage to shut that door, to lock it, to never peep into it again, to let the ghosts swirl within the closed confines desperatefor release. We kept returning to peek into those closets in our heads, we kept letting our ghosts out. More Things in Heaven and Earth