Tip for Grievers #7

Sometimes you need your illusions.

When Tom died, he was in my arms as I tried to get him turned from his stomach, where he had fallen, onto his side. Suddenly, his arm flew by my face and he was dead.

In the two plus months since, I've come to believe that I could (maybe?, perhaps?) feel his spirit leave his body and brush past me as his arm came down. I'm logically sure it was the motion of his arm, or his last breath, or a breeze. But my heart wants to believe that I felt his soul leave.

It's not hurting anyone, including myself, to believe that. It comforts me.

Sometime we need to believe in the unknowable and the unlikely. My logical self rebels as I write this, but my inner self knows it's true.