Disclaimer: I don't own The Secret Garden
Death is weak. It can only do so much.
It cannot kill memories.
It cannot destroy love.
It can only take away the physical but the soul remains. Everywhere I look there are memories of the one who loved me and the one that I loved.
She died giving life to a new person and in my baby's eyes I see her.
Lily was light and she still is. When I hear raindrops falling against the house I know it is Lily. She used to love the rain. When I see the sunlight dance in the window of a brand new day I know it's Lily. She isn't gone. She's just dead. She will never be gone.
Every single day my thoughts are of her. In my dreams I dance with her. In my thoughts I speak with her. In my heart I hold her to me. She is but a breath away and because of her I breath. I love her and I always will.