C'est Tu. C'est Vrai

Let's go toward the light.
Literally.
When my dad died
I was lying in my bed for the first fortnight
Crying silently to myself.
My then, husband off to the other side.
He never had a dad.
How would he know how to comfort me?
Just an explanation of the scene.
Our backs to each other, I let the tears roll down as I searched the stars in the sky.
Through the window, sometime in the two weeks after my dad left
As I began my now nightly ritual,
A hotspot of cobalt-turquoise light entered through the glass and hovered.
Somehow, I knew
This glimmering essence was my dad.
I took the chance to pose questions,
With every query I received a glowing answer .
Cobalt-turquoise flaring brighter.
I gathered about six truths before
My little flame of hope and connectivity
Vanished through my closet wall.