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Here, Where I Am
Just an earth-bound misfit, I
If anyone ever asks me what I know about life, first I have to talk about death. When my first husband died I got an inkling that what I had always been suspicious of was actually right. Before he died I figured that energy being constant is somehow related to what makes us who we are and how we continue on after our deaths. I don’t want to sound overly poetic but the brightness that emanates from our inner core — this cannot be diminished. My first husband had enough of that light to fill a stadium. He burst with humor and interest in things and he was full of ideas and knowledge.
I don’t exactly buy what is explained by religion. I have too many questions. There are holes. People talk about prayer but I see no proof that it works. So, I question things and quit blindly believing what religion and church puts forth as truth years ago. I started deciphering what seemed more probable when I was quite young.
The truth of my life is that my dead husband is still available. He is still listening and working for me. The more convinced I am of this, the more proofs he throws at me. It feels as if he is trying to educate me. I will admit though, I feel like a slow learner.
I am constantly reminded of my late husband’s favorite song, Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd. The main character in the song describes himself as…
