It is weird seeing things from this perspective. Moving about, completely unnoticed. Lying in bed next to loved ones, watching them sleep, knowing they could never see me. The only negative is watching them hurt. So many tears. So many heartbreaks. I can’t help them. I can’t love them, hug them, or touch them. I can only watch. How great it would be to communicate again, to say everything that should have been said long ago. The chance is gone. They won’t see me again, until their time comes at least. For now, I will sit in the backseat as they drive. I will watch over them as they sleep. I will dream of holding their hand as they face the troubles of life. I can only wait with them until they can join me.