So it's like this. I have been feeling all kinds of worry. If there was a way I want to bring back just one person from the dead. But then I come across this whole concept of Parallel Universes. I have lost someone so dear to me that it breaks my heart that I can still imagine his voice in my head , the smell of his after shave and the loudness of his voice and the softness of his nature. The silence that signals absence is so loud. There isn't anything else that fills my head until I can't help but pay heed to it.
Wouldn't it be just lovely that we exist in different other places in the universe all at the same time. Here we are just existing and somewhere out there is another part of us existing differently. It can be happy/ sad time we're having with ourselves in those parallel frames.
Have you had a conversation with someone in your head and truly believed that they are there, alive and solid somehow defying all the laws of heaven and hell.
This is what I would tell you if i had to make a quick call to you in heaven/ whichever Universe you're still alive in...I would tell you...
I miss having to talk and tell you silly things that I can't tell anyone else. I want to go back in time and be crazy with you again. Just for that time to come back again when we all shared a meal together and spent every Christmas under a warm roof and Jim Reeves crooning carols. The days when everything was simple and running to you for encouragement and support wasn't thought of twice. If I knew that day was the last day I would see you smile and walk out the door, I would pull you back and never let you go.
I know somehow you're there walking beside me every step of the way when I need you. It's the warmth of your smile and the touch of your hand on my shoulder I feel when I stumble. It's the strength in my step when I know you're going to be proud of me, watching me from that perch on heaven's loftiest branch.
