He's still sitting here, read the email.
My father had died two years earlier and had been cremated. The funeral home had said he would be scattered over a lake. His body had left us but I've always know that's not the end.
A letter arrived this week stating that this had never been done. His ashes were still on the shelf and what was to be done?
It was just a poke from him telling us all that he was still around and not to be forgotten. He was still with us all looking after us and protecting us. Sometimes he just needed to send us a reminder.
His body has now been scattered and we're still living in the glow of hope. His presence is with us now and we'll join him later. We're never left alone.