Flying

I think about what it must be like after we die to be free of gravity.  To be able to fly.  I sometimes look up at the birds and wonder that that feels like to just soar and glide around like they do.  Do they get that tickle in their tummies when they drop too fast like when you're on a roller coaster?  I wonder if Taryn can fly.  If she knows that feeling now.  I wonder if she can go under the water in the ocean and watch fish and swim with whales and dolphins.  Can spirits do that?  I hope so.  I want to.  I used to sit on the beach and watch the water like it was this barrier to a world I couldn't be part of.  Is she part of it now?  Adrian put some of her ashes in the Gulf of Mexico.  

I watched a documentary a few weeks ago about how the Gulf of Mexico was made.  An astroid hit the earth right there and carved out this huge hole in the earth's crust.  That was the end of the dinosaurs.  It changed the climate of the earth and the dinosaurs all died.  That's where her ashes are.  In that place where one of the biggest disasters in the history of the planet happened.  Her death was and is the biggest disaster of my life.  So it fits.  

Wish I knew if she could fly now.  Dip and soar like a graceful bird.  Over that water in the Gulf of Mexico that she's now part of.