I always wish that I could find the perfect thing to say, or in this case write. I can never seem to do that. All that I can write is that I feel so terribly sorry for her family. A loss of this kind, can never be measured in magnitude. For it is infinite. At times such as these, I remind myself of what made my relative or friend, happy in life, and the good times, that we had shared. I will think about their sense of humor, of what they enjoyed in life and will think of them always, at different times. It will be from when I see something of theirs, or that they would have loved, when I am window shopping, and I might just buy it, because it is but another way, that I can have a tangible remembrance of them.
I believe that living people and animals as well, do have a spirit, and that one's spirit is made of energy. Energy's form, cannot be destroyed, but rather that form changes, and in my mind, I like to think, that one's spirit does go to Heaven, or wherever it may be, that one would like to think of, and one's spirit can move between this Heaven and Earth. So therefore, ones energy can be felt, and will be around otherwise,at times, and even when that may not be the case, at the time, ones spirit will always be alive by one's memory, and from photographs.
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