Find me down the garden path and walk the same steps that I have.

Feel the warm rays that touched my sunkissed skin.

Smell the sweet honeysuckle that soothed my aching lungs.

Tune in to the melody of the chirping birds that caressed my idle ears.

Graze your hands across the soft petals that stroked my fingertips, as light as feathers.

Feel your body buzzing with the life that flooded my senses.

As you reach the end of the path, slowly open the white gate. Under that wooden arch, you will feel me there, just as I was that blissful summer afternoon.