The dead never leave us. They stalk our days and our nights and our dreams with pleading eyes and silent lips, speaking to us through our hearts and thoughts and visions. We are haunted by their love and our loss. The wind, birdsong, a stranger’s smile, someone’s words, a line in a movie. That’s where we see them, that’s how we hear them, like the essence of life, they are always there until we throw off the cloak and descend into a another world to reunite with them. The dead are never entirely dead.