Either Way, We're Here.

"If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights … always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by."

An excerpt from a letter written by Sullivan Ballou, a soldier in the Union during the Civil War to his wife, Sarah. Ironically, the letter never got sent. He died a week after he wrote it and it was found among his personal effects.