Do dead parents forgive?

Meadow sits with the young coyote pup, lovingly stroking his back with a gentle, ethereal paw. The dead wolf speaks of energy and how his mother is with him and the pup hesitantly questions if she is be being honest. A warm smile appears on her insubstantial lips and she nods as he questions if knows about his friend and someone called Oscar. Green gaze flicks to where the glowing, pulsing light of his mother dances slowly in the air and the woman is flooded with an overwhelming feeling of understanding and love. Looking back down the coyote pup she softly says, “She knows sweet boy and I promise you, I can see her.”

Letting out a soft sigh, the dead Meadow ponders how to explain what she is being prompted impart to the pup and Meadow decides to begin slowly, “You remember how I said she has become the purest form of light and love? Well, because she was able to become that energy, she does not reside in the mists of the afterlife that I am bound to. She is free to traverse the plains of the living alongside you. When I have leave here, I will go back to the mists but she will remain. She will be beside you sweet boy.”

A gentle smile is on her lips as she lifts his chin, sharing the wisdom that his mother is not angry with him. Meadow is not lying, the glowing orb that is his mother pulses love and understanding with each moment. The pup thanks her and a soft, understanding smile crosses her lips as she offers him a dip of her head. He gives his name and the smile morphs into a bright and radiant one as she says, “My name is Meadow and I will be honored to be your mom’s friend. But she is not lonely Nico. Those emotions no longer trouble her because she is pure love.”

A tug pulls at her ethereal body, reminding her to that she will have to disconnect soon and return to the shadowy land to recharge herself. But there is still something that she wishes to share with the grieving pup. With love laced in every word, she says, “Your mom is glad you have friends and she wants you to know that she is safe and will continue to follow you on your life journey. She asks you not worry about her and to enjoy each moment you are given. She loves you, little Nico.”

A gentle smile is offered as she reaches out to embrace him with her ghostly arms, trying to pass on the love she feels from his mother in the gesture. It is her last gift she can offer Nico before the tug summons her back to the snowy mountains of her childhood. Her sister is there and she offer her a smile. Meadow is still filled with the love of Nico’s mother and a single tear rolls down her ethereal cheek to become part of the snow that is their home. With Nico still in her mind, she races off into the distance beside her sister.


"Meadow Lark"