When a beloved dies, they are just hiding in paradise

 When a beloved dies, they are just hiding in paradise. 
They are MORE PRESENT in our lives than when they were alive.

 In this case, I am thinking of my dear father  who departed in April of 2014.
 I hear my dad  reminding me  to take the garbage out, and buy new shoes.
 He laughs with  me when the day's challenges leave me on my head.
 He gazes at  me in bodily form.

 Those who pass away have gymnastic skills surpassing any Olympic star. They can ricochet through walls and doors, jump off of buildings--- flying higher than any bird. They are not supermen or superwomen

 They are simply magical, and convey their magic to us when we stop long enough to listen,
  to watch,..... and to believe.
Yes, I do believe in magic!