Once we go, we went.


 

The other night, I wrote about losing people we love. About how much that can hurt sometimes.

Earlier that night, Thursday night, I was out walking the dogs before bedtime. I happened to think about my cousin Jenny, who had gone through a tough patch a few years earlier. I was wondering, out loud to the dogs actually, how Jenny was doing, and what she was up to these days.

And then yesterday, I found out she died that night. Thursday night.

I am sad. She and I had our normal run of “cousin” fly-bys as we were growing up. Birthday parties, and family Christmas parties, and such. But in our adult life, we worked together for a lot of years. We worked at one of my Aunt & Uncle’s shops in downtown Dayton, for I don’t even know how long.

Then we lost touch. For a long time.
And now she is gone.

I am really sad for her Mom. My Aunt Janet. And for all the rest of her immediate family. She was probably 60 years old. Not very old at all.

There is a lot we do not understand about this world and how it works. And there is every type of speculation about what happens to us one our bodies die. Once our physical selves quit working. Do our souls move on? Where do they go? What is it like there, if there truly is a ‘there’? Is there really a pearly gate with a bouncer? Do you have to join a choir? Or what is it? Do we simply cease? Fade to black.

I get little inklings sometimes. Like Thursday night, when I was thinking about Jenny out of the clear blue. I hadn’t thought about her for a quite a few years in fact. Then just that quickly, she was heavy on my mind. Right up front. Like someone rang the doorbell on my brain, and there she stood. And that was the night she died.

If it is merely coincidence, then I’ll be damned. What a thing.

But I tend to think our energy keeps moving. It goes back over to the place we came from in the first place. It shimmies, and then it shifts. It sparkles and it shines. Does good swirlies. And probably comes back around again. And again. And again.

Yeah. I bet there is some sort of orientation period. And. Yes. You have to either join the choir, or the bowling team. For when there are rain storms, and God needs thunder. Or of course the singing, when Gabriel and the Angels need some Doo-Wop girls.

I bet that’s how it goes.

===========

“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect.”
― Margaret Mitchell

============

“The more I see, the less I know for sure.”
― John Lennon

=============

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

=============