I have often said that I would give anything for just one more conversation with loved ones who have moved on from this earth. In the years since we have parted, I have learned and grown into a person I hope they would all be proud of. And I have come to appreciate much about them that I could not comprehend when they were here, and I was young. I yearned to share my thoughts and continued love for them.
But what I had yet to learn was that though I could not hear their voices with my ears, I could listen to them with my heart. My thoughts were heard, and their responses surround me every day in warm rays of the sun, the happy song of a bird, and their love that I feel each day. They heard my words. I just needed to grow enough to recognize their responses.