I often 'talk' to my late son. I can 'conjure' up his image, his smell and I can sense his presence when ever I need to. I can ask him for a hug and feel myself engulfed in the warmth of his being.
For months after I lost him, I would sit in the kitchen of the house we lived in back then, and see him sitting on the countertop listening to our family talk around the dinner table, smiling and nodding.
He is never far away...he's only a thought away.
T2
