Just My Imagination

Was it just my imagination when I thought I heard Jeremiah speak? “Nanee you tried”, in a voice that was so weak. Can we really hear our dead ones talking to us? Or is it just our imagination because we miss them all so much. I often stop and wonder what really went on that night. On November the 7th when Little Jeremiah lost his life. I wish I had the powers to see what really happened. I only want the truth, that’s all that really matters. I often relive the events of that night from time to time. His little picture I just can’t erase from off my mind. I wish I had the powers again to turn back the hands of time. But since I don’t have that either I must ease my troubled mind. Was it “just my imagination”, I heard the song writer say. Are my thoughts just running crazy now from day to day. Is his spirit whispering for us to lead him home? Or is it “just my imagination”, that at this moment I can’t move on?