I put down the letter on my nightstand next to our wedding picture and wipe away my tears. I never saw this letter before, but it was written the day before she passed away, by the date on the top right hand corner.
I've never walked into her office since before then, either. My motivation is animated. I get up and walked outside to breath in the fresh air, the new sunshine hit my face, the warmth hugged my body. I sit down on my porch swing and admire the weather.
This is the first time I've felt Heaven's presence with me in 3 months. I smile softly.
I watch the kids ride their bikes down the street, adults jogging and walking their dogs, the birds flying over the painted sky.
It is beautiful, this is something I've always appreciated.
A blue butterfly landed onto the arm of my swing, and I immediately knew it was Heaven. She lied there for a while as we swung against the breeze.
I feel happy in this moment. I know she's still here, and I do have faith. I watch the butterfly fly away into the sunlight as I grinned softly. I know she'll be back soon.
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The Origin of Heaven
Short Story"Without you, life seems so empty. My joy, my pride, my love. Where did you go? I need you." Heaven notices a bit of a change in her & her husband's routine. She also notices his melancholy and his distance. Is he happy anymore?
