“What does she do now? How is she like?â€?
Casimir was silent. He looked away from everyone. Then, in an almost inaudible whisper, he replied, “She passed away when I was little. About eight years ago.â€?
For a moment, no one said anything.

Then, Casimir said, “There’s a picture of her in the meeting hall. It says, ‘In memory of Carlena Leigh Chrysanthemum. 1951-1981. May her soul live on here and everywhere, forever and always.’ â€?

This sent a chill running down my spine, and I couldn’t believe it. Self-consciously, I opened up my heart locket. I looked at the words engraved on the inside for the longest time. I had a flashback of when Casimir and I had seen a picture of Mona Lisa at the museum, and we were amazed at how something like that could live on for centuries.
For a moment, I felt as if I was breathing in the essence of forever, and I felt the déjà vu and connections all around me. My soul felt as though it had been touched by an angel and kissed by a dream.