I’m typing on my desktop computer back in our bedroom in the dark while my kids are sleeping on mattresses all around me. The sound of nothing but the pecking keyboard reminds me of Pat. In the last year, I’d often go to bed earlier than he did, and I’d hear this sound as I’d fall asleep–Pat working hard to finish some school assignment or catch up with some personal emails.
My desktop faces a large window with the horizontal blinds closed. Through one uneven gap in the slatted blinds a bright light suddenly peeks through. It’s what looks to be a full moon. At the same moment a breeze comes through the window. Without hesitating or thinking, I speak out loud, “Hi, Patrick!”
I stand up to widen the gap in the blinds and get a clearer view. “I know you’re here, Pat. I love you!”