Lately, I’ve been thinking about death, not with fear, but with tenderness. About how love doesn’t end, it just changes form. I believe the people we lose stay with us in the quiet moments: in songs, memories, random smiles, strength we didn’t know we had.
So if you ever feel a nudge, a comfort, a familiar warmth when you miss someone… maybe that’s them. Still here. Still loving you. 🤍
