So I do live on a lake. By myself. In an adorable little cabin. Where I can do pretty much as I want, on a daily basis. And, God-willing, I’ll be able to keep habitable for as long as I choose. This is not a bad life.
But then. I was raised in a religion that preached that the best of life wasn’t here, but in heaven. I retained my spirituality (God, Jesus) while rejecting the earthly (man-based, women-bear-children) Church.
What if, Nate’s there? And he’s looking around going “oooooh babe you ain’t gonna believe this! The best is yet to come!”
Well, ok. I’m good with that.
Because thanks to my parents, I was raised with a grounding. Thanks to my parents, I was allowed to say “why can’t I....” and thanks to... I don’t know... when I read the Bible for myself I decided what I believe.
And I do believe in life after death. I do believe I will see him again someday. I do believe in spirituality and he can (and does....) pop in and say hi.
People get hung up right about now, cuz I’m not getting over him or I’m focused on death. Well y’all.... he never broke up with me and he is dead. I refuse to erase either one of those things from my memory. He loved me and HE LIVED. So here I am.
He loves me. He wants the best for me. And the best is yet to come.
K. Thx Babe. Happy Thanksgiving.
