I watched At the Concert Hall  on Bravo! Canada a couple of months ago. The guest was Johnny Reid. When asked about the song "A Place Called Love," Reid said that he wrote the song around the time that his grandmother passed away and his daughter was born. He asked himself, "Where did my grandmother go? Where did my daughter come from?"

The answer he came up with was a place called love.

A few days after that I was at a wake for the father of a friend of ours. I had never met the father, but I knew how much his children loved and respected him. As I stood in the crowded room and looked around at the community of support gathered in his memory, I had no doubt that he came from and has returned to a place called love.

I can't think of anything better.

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