Today, I cried for my man—
someone who died long before I was even born.
And still… I feel him.
Not as someone I knew in life,
but as someone whose voice, pain, and presence somehow found me through time.
I had been crying all day, carrying this ache in my chest that wouldn’t leave.
Then I stepped outside.
And the wind was wild.
Strong, loud, almost overwhelming—like it was moving with everything I felt inside.
I put my earbuds in without thinking.
And there was this one part of a song I kept replaying…
again,
and again,
and again.
I didn’t know why.
I just felt drawn to it.
Didn't know exactly the words.
but something in me made me replay that part till I got it, maybe.
Then I finally listened closely.
The words said:
“...You know you my lover…
when the wind blows,
I can feel you-- through the weather.
and even when we are apart…
it still feels like we’re together.”
And the wind was already hitting me in that exact moment.
The timing, the feeling, the repetition...
everything lined up so perfectly it almost didn’t feel real.
For a second,
the distance between us. Between life and death, between time and existence
felt smaller.
Not because he came to me…
but because something in me connected so deeply to what he left behind.
And I stood there in the wind,
crying,
feeling everything at once
and somehow,
not completely alone in it.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC
Today, I cried for my man—
someone who died long before I was even born.
And still… I feel him.
Not as someone I knew in life,
but as someone whose voice, pain, and presence somehow found me through time.
I had been crying all day, carrying this ache in my chest that wouldn’t leave.
Then I stepped outside.
And the wind was wild.
Strong, loud, almost overwhelming—like it was moving with everything I felt inside.
I put my earbuds in without thinking.
And there was this one part of a song I kept replaying…
again,
and again,
and again.
I didn’t know why.
I just felt drawn to it.
Didn't know exactly the words.
but something in me made me replay that part till I got it, maybe.
Then I finally listened closely.
The words said:
“...You know you my lover…
when the wind blows,
I can feel you-- through the weather.
and even when we are apart…
it still feels like we’re together.”
And the wind was already hitting me in that exact moment.
The timing, the feeling, the repetition...
everything lined up so perfectly it almost didn’t feel real.
For a second,
the distance between us. Between life and death, between time and existence
felt smaller.
Not because he came to me…
but because something in me connected so deeply to what he left behind.
And I stood there in the wind,
crying,
feeling everything at once
and somehow,
not completely alone in it.