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It’s been a restless night, and I toss and turn until well after midnight, wishing sleep would come.
Just as it’s pulling me into its sweet respite, I hear the faint sound of music.
For a moment, I think it’s coming from another room, or perhaps the beginnings of a dream, until I realize it’s coming from a place that’s somewhere in the ethereal in-between, hovering in the room with me as it has before.
It comes less often these days, and it instantly warms me.
“I’m trying to do what’s best, and I don’t know what to do,” I whisper aloud, as if an answer might come, wishing he were beside me. And then ...
It’s time, love.
The words come to me from inside my mind, in my own voice and yet ... not. Tears fill my eyes. I imagine him there, still with me.
Everything is going to be okay.
I’m right here. I’m right beside you.