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Soul passing.

I can hear them. Luca and Ivy.
He’s teasing, she’s crying.
“I’ve stolen your soul”, he keeps telling her.
“Give it back” she wails.
Amusing and annoying all at once…I call him.
“Luca, stop teasing Ivy.  She doesn’t even know what a soul is and you’re just irritating her.”
He’s still laughing.  I’m not.
I frown and ask him to tell me what a soul is.
He pauses the sillyness.
and answers.
“It’s a soft breeze.”
I’m perplexed.
“A what?  Why do you say that?”
“Well,” he says “it’s like a little whoosh.”
I still don’t understand.
“Why?”
“It’s just the sound of a person passing you on their way to Heaven.”
Gulp.
In that moment, I feel like I’m ten and he’s,well, forever.
It’s not the first time.

{I’m typing with tears in my eyes.}

1. Noora says:

   Im reading with tears in my eyes, that was so beautiful from him. What a wise child.

   
2. AnneMarieZ says:

   you are raising him well.. you should be proud :)

   
3. Tenielle Reid says:

   I’ve had a habit the past few months of finding blogs and seeing what the writers were saying the day my son died/was born… and this is what I find. Wow. I definitely felt that “whoosh” the day of my son’s funeral, so this must have been what it was.

   Huge hugs to you

   
4. Elizabeth says:

   Wow. Words cannot begin to describe the depth of that statement. What an old “soul” he is!