Tonite, as I was driving home from the dealer I get my car serviced at, I felt, not saw, as if my dad was sitting next to me, it was if our minds met, he told me all that I was doing (with my mom and stuff) was admirable and to hang in there.
Now, one asks, was his "spirit" there? Or was it just a way one's mind tries to console itself during a rough time?
Dad, brought us up not believing in a heaven, or after life, just telling us kids, that when we die, we cease and rot in the ground, just like the roadkill he pointed to
All my life I struggled with that, hoping there would be some after life and we would all be together again, perhaps in another time. Until tonite, and maybe a couple of others before, I felt dad was wrong, even laughed tonite when I sensed his presence, and said, "see, dad, your were wrong, I know you are here . . ."
Who knows, right? One of life's big mysteries.

Stay well,
DE

In giving advice seek to help, not please your friend
SOLON