By Marla Martenson Sometimes, I sit in silence and feel the weight of what’s missing. My immediate family—those who once held me, laughed with me, fought beside me, loved me in the way only family can—have all transitioned to the spirit world. One by one, they’ve returned “home,” leaving me here to continue walking this earthly path without them in the physical. When I think of the dozens of friends and family who’ve also crossed over, the mind boggles. So many faces. So many