Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven, where the love of our lost ones pour through and shine down on us to let us know they are happy.
We think about you always, we talk about you still, You’ve never been forgotten and you never will. We hold you close within our heart and there you will remain, To walk and guide us through our lives until we met again.
In the face of a sudden death, “normal” ceases to exist, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Grief Is a Wound That Never Heals by Rufus Wainwright