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I wrote this poem in honor of friends who have told me about visitation dreams from their loved ones who have passed, When they dream of them, the person is always happy, upbeat, and looks much more alive and younger than they remembered ever seeing them.
I also wrote this in honor of a good friend who lost her favorite sister to a murderer. She was not getting over the grief, so her sister, came back to her for a brief visit, to tell her that she had to continue to live. I have no proof of this other than this. My friend always tells the truth.
It makes it easier for me to believe as I sometimes see, sense, hear, and smell spirit.