Today would have been the 50th birthday of my daughter.
She died five years ago. Initially, I heard nothing from her.
Perhaps you think that sounds strange but it’s the truth.
I always believed that I would be in touch with loved ones who
had moved on to their next life. I talk with my Mom all the time.
I’m working up to doing that with my Dad. Sometimes I wish my
Mom would be quieter as she is very critical of my clothing.
Not much changes in the afterlife. Anyway, I did hear from my daughter
immediately after she died and it helped me understand what had
happened but not why it happened. I will never understand or accept it.
Last weekend I was staying in a small and cozy house in upstate New
York on the edge of a large lake. I never understood before that large
lakes are like oceans: the weather patterns are extremely inconsistent
and sometimes volatile reminding me of some folks I have known. The
lake is compelling because of these changes. At night the people who
live in this community sit outside and enjoy life.
They laugh and drink and have a lot of fun. This is a wonderful thing
unless you happen to want to to sleep. Then you are out of luck and have
to wait for the disbandment of the group next door.
I have discovered patience in my old age so I waited. Finally it was about
11 PM and I was tired.
I decided to contact my daughter. I asked her to make the people stop
partying. Two seconds later, literally, there was a loud thunderclap and a
torrential rain shower began. I couldn’t stop laughing and neither could
she. It was so perfect and so very funny.
I’ve decided to re-examine the concept of the afterlife.
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