The first few piano notes led in, and she took a breath and prayed for strength. Praying, she thought, how ironic.
Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again and it's like you've never been
gone a moment from my side, like the tears were never cried
like the hands of time are holding you and me
"I think it's what you need, Sweet. I think it will do what all the talk and thought and philosophy won't. And we both know he loved to hear you as much as I do."
"But I don't know what to sing… there's no rock band handy, just C&W."
"You're flexible. Ask around."
And with all my heart I'm sure we're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see, I've got all the proof I need
there are more than angels watching over me
I believe, oh, I believe
"I don't know how to explain it, there are times I expect to see him walk in the door. The times I hear a joke that's so lame he couldn't resist it, or when words just aren't equal to the absurdity of circumstances."
"We all leave something behind us, hopefully the best parts. You expect to see him because he hasn't entirely left."
Now when you die your life goes on
it doesn't end here when you're gone
every soul is filled with light, it never ends, if I'm right
our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, oh, I believe,
"It burns, it hurts, I rub it and run it under cold water and I can't make it stop."
"It's going to last a long time, love, I told you. When does it happen?"
"When I'm upset or confused, when I wish I could explain things so you'll understand."
"I'll always understand."
"That's what he told me, it's what I still hear, as if he's still talking to me."
"He is. He always will. It's a gift, doucette, not a curse. Someday you'll believe it."
Forever you're a part of me, forever in the heart of me
I will hold you even longer if I can
for the people who don't see the most
say that I believe in ghosts
and if that makes me crazy, then I am
'cause I believe, oh I believe…
"I never said goodbye, you know, I always thought he'd be here forever. Do you think that's why I still hear him, and feel him, because I never said goodbye? Or maybe I'm just imagining it, like you said that first night here, just a dream."
"I was wrong, I know that now, I said the first thing I could think of to comfort you. I forgot comfort isn't the most important thing; believing is. So you need to believe that what connected you wasn't destroyed with him, and that you can still tell him whatever you think you forgot. He'll hear you, just like you hear him."
"I don't know if I can do it, nobody else will understand if I fall apart, I'm not good enough to make up for that."
"It doesn't matter who else understands. You do, and I do, and he will. And you'll know you left nothing unsaid. Nothing else matters."
Every now and then, soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again...
and I believe.
If their new friends didn't understand it all they also didn't seem to care. They applauded kindly and smiled and nodded as if acknowledging their own past losses. Something inside of her settled gently into place as she stepped off the stage into his arms.
Vachon had told her the truth; she believed it now. He was hers for life.