I sense Molly's presence.
It's not a constant thing, or a hallucination. It is not audible or visual. But in the blue heron that played along the river as Frances and I took a walk yesterday, in the rainbow that appeared over the harbor in Ireland when I went back for the first time without Molly, in the plant that blooms in her favorite color on her birthday - but had never bloomed before her death - I sense Molly's presence.
Some would say that sensing Molly around me is trick I am playing on myself so that I don't have to admit that she is "gone." They are free to their opinion. I choose to believe that regardless of if we live or die we remain connected to each other and that our relationships endure.
To me, she lives on. Actively.
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