Digging Up Ghosts

When I found the time capsule, I was surprised, to say the least. I opened it up, knowing that you were the only one who could have left it there. This house sure holds a lot of your secrets, even from beyond the grave. As I pour over old photographs, I cannot help but feel your presence beside me. It’s been seven years now, since you left. It still feels like it was only yesterday. Your memory haunts everything I do. Everything I dream of becoming is because of you. I turned one of the photographs over to see a picture of you at my age. How I wish I could be half the woman you were. You taught me to fly at a time when I didn’t realize the importance of such a lesson. Now, I sit here digging up ghosts of the past. I know that there is a God above and that you are with Him. Yet, I cannot help but feel envious of what I am missing. I know I will see you again, but again cannot come fast enough. I cling to your photograph as I whisper, “thank you” to anyone who is listening.