“There won’t be much, but the necklace in the brown box is yours,” she said. “It’s just stuff. I will see you again.” I stared in astonishment. How casual she seemed, and her demeanor was as soft as it had been in life. Her voice was the kind, comforting sound that was so familiar to me. The light around her expanded, and she stepped forward. I felt her warm embrace around me and her wordless message: her love for me transcended death itself.
