For Paul McCartney, even past her death, his beloved "lovely Linda" has meant magic in his life.
It has been three years since McCartney lost his wife to breast cancer, but he told ABCNEWS' Diane Sawyer that he never stopped feeling her presence.
"After Linda died, I think all of us in the family would hear noises, or see things, and would say, 'That's Linda, that's mom,' and a lot of things happened like that," he said in an interview with Sawyer which aired today on ABCNEWS' Good Morning America.
"And I think in some ways it's very comforting to think she's still here. You'd like to think that, and you do."
Serendipitous events convinced McCartney that his wife was still around him.
"It's the magic of little things," he says.
One day, as he worked in an edit room, a fragment of a recorded sentence simply "appeared."
"The soundman hit the button and Linda's voice just said, 'I'm in heaven.' So it's that kind a thing. It's the beautiful moments, inspirational moments, you know," said McCartney.
McCartney says there have been many moments since her death in which he has felt his late wife's spirit. In the end of his poem "Her Spirit" he mentions a rare meeting with a white squirrel.
"I was on a horse ride. I was on my own now, because Linda taught me to ride and she was a great rider. And one day, after she died, I saw this white squirrel in the woods. I mean, this one was looking right at me, didn't move.
My mind just went, 'That's probably Linda. Somehow her spirit's got into that'," he said. "And I think it's very comforting.
"I don't know if that's true, but it sure is a great thought."
McCartney read excerpts from his poems on Good Morning America. His poetry is collected in a newly released book, Blackbird Singing: Poems and Lyrics, 1965-1999.
Her spirit moves wind chimes When air is still And fills the rooms With fragrance of lily
Her eyes blue green Still seen Perfectly happy With nothing
Her spirit sets The water pipes a humming Fat lektronic force be with ya sound
Her spirit talks to me Through animals Beautiful creature Lay with me
Bird that calls my name Insists that she is here And nothing Left to fear
Bright white squirrel Foot of tree Fixes me With innocent gaze Her spirit talks to me
Sawyer asked McCartney if writing poems "console" him.
"They let you know what you're thinking. They let you put down what you're thinking. That's why I enjoy that," he answered. "You know, it's, it's a simple act. It's like writing a letter to yourself."
In 1995, Linda found a lump under her arm, and began a round of chemotherapy to combat her disease. As her health worsened, McCartney and his wife spent cherished moments together. "I would go out for a run, think of some words, get home from the run, write them down, and make a cup a tea for Linda," said McCartney, who would bring it to her for breakfast. "I'd make a little tray, and go up, and then I'd say, 'Hey, by the way, do you want to hear some poetry?' She'd always … she'd say, 'Yeah.' And so I wrote that poem."
I would come back from a run With lines of poetry to tell And having listened, she would say "What a mind."
She'd fold my words inside her head And though the lines may not have been Supreme, she wasn't merely being kind She meant it, what she said And I am blessed For she said, "What a mind"
"It's going to make a make a guy feel good, that kind a thing," he said.