No one really knows what happens after someone we love dies…
It’s something we try not to think about…and often don’t discuss.
but I like to think…from wherever they now reside…they’re watching over us.
Sometimes we feel their presence…and we know we’re not alone
other times we’re sure…as they make their presences known.
Those times we hear their voice…calling from another room
Or when just the thought of them can help to ease our gloom
Those times we see their spirit…if only for a little while…
Or when we really need it…we remember how they smiled.
Oftentimes it’s a surprise…they show up suddenly without a fuss
As we’re doing something that had a special meaning…for the two of us.
They may show up as a pelican…a bumble bee
a lunar moth or a butterfly…
We wonder in that moment…what and how and why…
As we wipe our tears and smile
we are calm, unafraid and happy they found a way
to come down for a visit…and brighten up our day.
Here to remind us the line between life and death is thin…
and how even those no longer with us…
have a way of looking in.
It’s funny how they appear to us…as a thought…a vision or a ghost…
when we least expect them…but…when we seem to need them most.
How they fill our heart with love…and how we’ve found
we sleep a little sounder…knowing they’re around.
It is reassuring to know they will never abandon us
that they still think about us too…
and comforting to know they are watching over us…
just like they used to do.
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