People are more complex than we realize. Life is more complex than we realize. Anyway, I like the idea of "wait for me," whether here on earth or in the spirit world.
I bought a wonderful end of the summer watermelon last week, and it reminded me of a lovely habit my beloved Baheej had from his childhood. He did this whenever we had a melon.
Two years after my beloved Baheej died, I spent some important and enjoyable time talking with my friend, Pat, whose husband had died 10 years earlier. I ve learned a lot about grief from her over the years. At the time, 10 years sounded far away. Ten years stuck in my mind. What would it be like for me after 10 years?