On this day of this month

two years ago.

The last day with him.

One month + one day from now

two years ago.

The first day without him.

I've got a story for you. One that offers undeniable proof, to this heart & soul of mine, that those no longer in this physical realm are not lost to us. That if we open, we can connect to them, reach across the threshold of life and death and speak with them. So pull up a chair and roll up a sleeve - I want you to see the goosebumps prickle along your forearm.