She's not gone. She's still right here. In your smile, in your laugh, in that awkward way you stand sometimes. In that urge to break out into a song or dance. In the way the wind blows your hair toward the mountains, making you gaze over them in amazement, knowing that is where you belong. She is in the sudden bursts of artistic inspiration. She is in every flower that opens, every star that sparkles, and every time you think of the word love. She is there, smiling with you, laughing with you, dancing with you.