At the bottom of the well, one can look up and see the sky.

Was she still hovering about the house at home,

the essence of herself,

and were I there would I perceive her presence?

I fought off the mighty yearning to go in search of her,

wherever she was.

For surely she was looking for me, too.

We were ill at ease, always, when apart.

But where are the Pathways?

- Pearl Buck

This quandary presents itself to all who have lost loved ones.

There are times when I look into a starlight night

and wonder:

"Maybe, that is where Gaye is, up there among the stars"

These thoughts are heartbreaking conjectures,

because there are no answers,

no destination this side of death to which

we can travel to find our lost love.

Yet,

sometimes I do feel Gaye's spirit hovering near

Whether it is my own wishful and hopeful  projection

or, in some way,

her spirit actually making a visit.

We have no way of knowing.

I want it to be Gaye

- some contact, some assurance, some validation

of a life beyond our physical shells.

But Oddly enough,

perhaps it doesn't matter a great deal right now to know.

If I am comforted, I need to be grateful for that sense.

And if this presence of the spirit comes

from my own imagination - well,

the creator of life gave me my imagination, too.
-Amen-