Ashley had magic in him. He was a brilliant light.
Driving home from his funeral, in a car full of sad friends, silence fell over us. Behind the wheel I asked aloud, "So, where do you think Ashley is now?" Someone said, "Everywhere," to all our agreement.
Moments later, the sky above showed a brilliant light.
It looked as if God had taken a paintbrush to the night sky.
Green and orange swam above dripping towards the horizon.
Lighting our sad faces which now smiled.
Aurora Borealis confirming our conclusions.
To Ashley Hugen and the sunny slopes of long ago!