As I look back

I look back on it as a strangely magical time. A time when I was strongly connected to the spirit world, or wherever it is that souls go. While only a few days earlier you had left us, in an odd way we had never been closer. You were within me, you possessed me as only an incorporeal being can. You spoke to me in my dreams and were constantly in my head. I look back and a warmth washes over me, an odd nostalgia for a tormented period that I only just survived, and how I did I’ll never know.