The chair isn’t empty, though it may look that way. It’s simply filled with a capacity that I cannot understand or visualize.
Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is still filled with her presence and her love. People act like because her physical body is gone, every aspect of her is gone too. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She remains, no matter what they think or say.
She remains in beautiful ways that no one truly understands except for me. All of our deceased loved ones remain, that’s the priceless gift of love, it stays beyond last breaths and final heartbeats.
Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with her magic and her memories.
Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with her spirit and her legacy.
Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with the vision of all she was and all she used to be.
Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with the images of her that consume my mind, the ones so realistic it’s as if she’s standing in front of me. The ones that bless my heart with joyful reminiscence.
Look closely at that chair, the one where they used to sit. It might look empty, but it is not. Beautiful love cannot always be seen but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. You don’t have to see love to feel it.
When you find yourself staring at an unoccupied chair, feeling broken and lonely, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Then gently remind yourself, the chair isn’t empty, though it may look that way. It’s simply filled with a capacity that we cannot understand or visualize. It’s filled with a love and legacy so powerful it can no longer be seen, yet it remains, always.
The chair is not empty, friends. Take a closer look.
