I have had a number of friends who lost loved ones over the past few months. When I first lost Dianne-- my wife--she spoke to me--through subtle ways--through birds ( we agreed on those as messengers), my dreams, my cat Klezmer, and even her voice--when I was in the limbo between sleep and wakefulness As the years went by--I felt less connected. The other day, while in bed," I asked the universe, god, or a benevolent spirit, " Is Dianne still here?" It was of course a rhetorical question, during my 3AM night of my soul. Just after I asked the question, the cat jumped on my bed and started sniffing furiously, and my Alexa turned on and started to say something--I couldn't hear it--but I was surprised because I didn't prompt it, and it was in the next room. Now of course--this can be explained logically. But I choose to believe it was Dianne--she is still around--her spirit hovers over my bed, my bald, and freckled head. So for those of you who have lost a love one--he, she or they --they are there, accept that ethereal stroke of your hair.... . "Ah! Sweet mystery of life..."
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