Tomorrow, March 8th would have been Megan's 25th birthday. How does one get use to saying would have been? How do you speak always in the past tense of one so young?

Today, with Starbuck, I hiked up to the top of Daniel's Hill. As I stood at the top beholding all the beauty around me I raised my hands to God and yelled Megan's name to the Heavens. Then I began to praise God with the Holy Spirit praying through me. Then the wind stirred the spruce and fir trees around me making that wonderful whispering sound. I stopped to listen. I felt the breeze touch my face and imagined it to be the breath of God. I felt His peace.......... But my heart still longs for a niece who died much too young. Till we meet again, Megan...........