I found this some time ago. What comfort when we feel someone has left such a deep impact on us; and, even though they are gone, their presence is felt. This has happened to me before and I hope that Willie and Kenny know that their Mom is around them still. The author is unknown. I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep. I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear. "It's me. I haven't left you. I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here. I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea. You were thinking of the many things and memories of me. I longed to take your parcels. I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, "it's me." You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there. It's possible for me to be so near you every day– To say to you with certainty, " I never went away." You sat there very quietly, then smiled. I think you knew… In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over…I smile and watch you yawning And say "good-night, God bless. I'll see you in the morning." And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient. Live your journey out…then come home to me. Posted by Betty (Alaniz) Ramirez