I like to think that the ones we have lost are up there watching over us throughout the day, sending us subtle signs to show us they're here.
I like to think when I turn the radio on and "Closer" is playing that it's you saying, "hi."
I like to think that when I'm visiting with you at the cemetery and the sun beams through the clouds that it's you smiling and laughing at me because my story-telling ability is absolutely awful.
I like to think that you have a front row seat to each of our daily lives, flipping through every person you know like the TV guide and choosing who you're going to check in on next.
I like to think that even the smallest signs are from the angels we have gained, reminding us that although they're no longer physically on earth– they are still watching over us every single day.