LETTERS TO THE DEPARTED

Today is a day of remembrance—a quiet conversation between heaven and earth. The ones we love may have departed, yet their presence lingers softly in every prayer, every breath of memory. They have not left us; they live on in our hearts, carried by grace, and cradled forever in the arms of God.

Written by: Diana Savellano

Layout by: Angel Marigondon

November 2, 2025 | 8:00 AM

“I brought your favorite cake,”
I wrote on a trembling note of gold,
and laid it by the candle’s glow—
a small, sweet offering
to bridge the worlds we used to share.

The flame quivered,
and for a heartbeat,
I thought I saw your shadow dancing there—
a flicker, a breath,
the memory of laughter folded in light.

The wind moved through the trees
like a hymn without words,
and I wondered—
is that you,
or is it God reminding me
that love never ends, only changes form?

Some nights, I still speak your name,
not to call you back,
but to let Heaven know
you are remembered still.

I do not grieve as before;
I have learned that sorrow
is simply love without its home.
And love—
true love—
finds its rest in God.

So I write again,

not in mourning but in faith,

and place the note beside your stone:

“I brought your favorite cake,”

and maybe, just maybe,

the angels will tell you I came.