She’s in the cool autumn breeze. She is the world illuminating sun and the blue of the sky is the reflection of her eyes. She’s in the life that bursts from the fields, allowing others to grow.
Their smiling faces come to say hello. The word haunt feels inappropriate, because that’s not how it feels. Their winds caress my body, saying “it’s okay to be sad, but don’t stay there Mrs. It’s okay to be angry, but not forever.”
They say, “This life is to be live, so live it well for those who have left.”
And that’s where they all are, the souls and spirits of those we love. They’ve returned to nature. Energy absorbed. And somewhere, new life will be born with their wit, their joy, their zest for life. And for those who came into contact with them will know they are truly blessed to spend time with these beautiful souls.
That’s not to say it doesn’t hurt that they’ve gone. It doesn’t mean to say I’m okay with it. It’s not to say that I don’t wish they were still here in human form. But I mean to say I don’t believe they ever really leave us. I will continue to find those we’ve lost in the hazy summer days, in the biting winds of winter and the flowers blooming in spring, they’ll always be there reminding me to live. In the fullest sense of the word.