The essence remains

Recently someone close to me passed away. She was a wonderful person, she loved her family and loved life. When someone touchs your life they don't go away in your heart. Their spirit will live with every thought of them. They may be gone but their essence remains.

I had wonderful parents, they left me memories of love and tradition and family. These good memories give me stability and a sense of confidence that I am loved and lovable. When I need quiet comfort I think of my Mom and I feel her essence.

There is comfort in knowing that there is more to life than this. Heaven is real, although it is bazaar when you think too deeply about it. I had my doubts many years ago, I prayed about it one night and God sent me a dream. I died in my dream and I remember feeling okay about it, I realized that it didn't hurt. It happened in the blink of an eye. I felt a sense of calm and knew that my family would be okay. When I looked around I was familiar with my surroundings. I knew where to go, ahead of me was a golden light shining so brightly that I couldn't deny what it was. As I followed this light through a tunnel I woke up.

I will remember my loved ones, Mandy, Adeline, Carmela, Julie, Howard, Peggy, they are gone but their essence remains.