Surely, wherever you are, you must feel us. Those who loved you in secret, never wanting to call attention to our devotion. Those who watched your every move and dreamed of your voice in low times and high times, and imagined you as a friend, and liked what we saw.
Surely you must feel us, our thoughts, our grief, our tears, shed equally in secret. They must rise up to wherever you are, like incense on a gentle breeze, buoyed up by all the love they ride upon like a magic carpet.
I see you riding them like a quiet wave, with a smile on your face, both surprised and delighted, happy and content and
You will ride a little higher today.