The Red Pickup Truck

I see a long winding road in the countryside, the way you would if you were in a helicopter. Fields, radiant with golden yellow harvests and right there, in the middle of it all, a bright red pickup truck making its way along the snake-like road. I watch from the skies. Having risen long ago from this world, I keep coming back to be with my daughter. The girl driving the red pickup.

I see her face, radiant, yet her eyes are vacant. My ‘absence’ has made them so. On the radio plays a song. Our morning song. It cheered us up. She hums it absently, believing she is alone. If only she knew…