Pure Love

Everything is different now that Ashley is gone. I look in her room every day, multiple times a day. I see the angels, I see the pinks and pastels, I see her pictures and find some comfort. I have lost unconditional love. 

I still talk to her as I visit all the places she loved. The gardens, the beach, the swamp, the museum. In each of these environments, there is something missing. Or is it? Just because I can’t see her doesn’t mean that she’s not here. I know she hears me. I often get subtle messages from her spirit.

She is part of the never ending universe. She is moonbeams, she is starlight, she is the gentle us, breeze, and she is even the downpour.

She is all life.

She is pure love.