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  • I saw his fleeting shadow yesterday, and he left me a gift.

    I was in the dining room working on my laptop, sorting through photos I’d recently taken. Out of the corner of my eye there was a white blur, the size of a man, at the patio door. Then it was gone, all in the matter of a split second.

    I stopped playing with the pictures for a moment, acknowledged it was probably him again, grinned and continued with my work.

    Not long after I finished the photos, I decided to remove my toe nail polish outside as the nail polish remover has such a lingering and awful smell.

    I stepped outside on the back stoop, sat down and began to remove the polish from my toes. I suddenly realize there’s something on the step in front of me. I look around wondering if it’s a joke, looking for a person hiding. No one was there, no one peeking around the corner of the house at me.

    So I knew.

    It was the letter ‘F’ as formed by some blades of grass.

    It has been a little over 2 years since Frank died. But he still visits. He still lets me know he’s thinking of me. He still cares. He still loves me. Perhaps this time the grass was his way of saying hello.
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