I originally had something much lengthier written. I could write for hours as the words flow through me by way of his muse. I was going to share how he still visits me. Still protects me. Still delivers me signs that there is more to life and death than we could ever comprehend.
But I don't want people to think I'm crazy.
To think that I am making stuff up to make my writing more dramatic or engaging. For even I am not that imaginative.
But the bigger reason may be because I don't want to share. In a world where most just survive their days, I want to hold this bit of magic close to my heart as a secret only I and his spirit know.
He visits me still.
He protects me still.
The power of love is unbound.