October 5th, 2008
Someday, we’ll understand.
Sweetie, I won’t even pretend to have been there. I don’t have anything that will make this easier for you, and I absolutely have no right, absolutely unqualified, to give you words of comfort, but know that I’m praying for you and the little cutie. Wherever he is, he’s fine now.
When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People disappear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up the grass, and spin the Earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they’re supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and makes waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us, “Don’t miss me too much. The view is nice, and I’m doing just fine.” — Ashley Rice