It’s been 7 years since death came knocking for you.
7 years since I’ve heard your laughter.
7 years since receiving one of your hugs.
7 years since you last saw your grandson.
I can still hear your laughter, though.
I can still feel your arms around me.
And in your grandson’s eyes, I see you.
7 years since watching you read with the light of the sky upon you.
7 years since hearing you call me “pumpkin.”
7 years since walking beside you.
I still see you every time I open a book.
I will always be your “pumpkin.”
And when I walk, I know your essence is beside me.
7 years ago death came knocking for you.
7 years ago the contours of my life permanently changed.
7 years ago the world shifted.
Death came knocking for you but death did not erase you.
You are just beyond the veil.
And we hold your light.