““Look, he's just in another form! Do you understand?" Ma explained. I didn't know where she was going with it. The old man Wren looked down and gripped her hand, unable to say anything. Ma said, "Look! You know how you've taken many forms in this life?" He looked up again. "First you were a baby. Then you were a little kid running around these glens. Then you were a young man getting married." Mr. Wren exclaimed, "Yes!" repeatedly, getting louder with every form he'd ever taken in this world. By the excited look on him, I thought Ma was going to do him in with memories. His trembling was getting worse and he cried, but not like a child, because he was crying and smiling at the same time. "You're not the same form you were even ten years ago! It's like evolution. Throughout this life you just go from form to form! Well, it's the same when you die. Your son is just in another form! Do you hear me?””
