"I will always be spiritually somewhere, when I eventually die, gazing down from somewhere...observing all from high. I will never, ever leave you, I will never, ever go, wafting on a gentle breeze, always somewhere...I just know. A single soft white feather, settling near you on the ground, I will be so close to you...I will always be around. Sometimes a cheeky Robin, on a fence post you will see, or hear a black crow high in a treetop...either I will be. In dreams I will gently touch you, lovingly kiss your sleeping face, I will whisper quietly in your ear...tell you about the other place. I will always be spiritually somewhere...invisible I will be, you will feel my arms around you....you will sense that it is me."