By Asher Bomse
I knew I was dreaming. I didn’t care much though. I was talking to her. She’d let me know it’s okay to go on with my life. She knew it felt like an impossible task on my part. It didn’t stop her from encouraging me to do so.
It’s been well over a year since she passed. She’d made a point to make good on her promise of haunting me after she died.
We continued walking along the beach, talking about the life she wanted me for me. One of happiness. One where I smile.
Asher writes to share stories with the world