His caress slowly changes, as the tips of his fingers begin to make circles on the back of my hand, and in a soft, gentle tone, he tries to comfort me by saying, “Your parents aren’t back in California waiting on you, they’re in the heavens above, watching down on you. Wherever you go, they will always be there with you, watching over you, and their love for you will always remain in your heart.”
I knew in the physical sense that they weren’t in California, but all my memories of them were there, left behind when I was forced to leave, in a storage unit, waiting for me to return home someday to them. As for the spiritual sense, I wanted to believe him that they were with me, watching over me, and that was why I wanted to make them proud of me. Knowing that even after death, I kept the mo
