I have been struggling lately. I no longer feel Waverly's spirit around me. I like to imagine that she is off exploring or visiting other loved ones in her life. Maybe she, the ever devoted big sister, is staying near to Oliver at the moment as he experiences some difficult changes. But I miss her, both physically and spiritually.
I hope to feel her again. To hear her whisper in the songs of birds or the ringing of the wind chimes. To sense her presence holding my hand when I am too exhausted to take another step. I hope she will begin to visit me in my dreams, to send me little reminders that she is ever present.
Grief offers a unique perspective on the afterlife and what lies ahead. It can also provide immense comfort in the midst of unfathomable pain.