I’m sitting here in my backyard, just enjoying the Fall Weather. I love this time of year. The world always seems quieter in the Fall. Big white clouds are drifting by on a blue sky. Very peaceful.
Next month I turn 78 years of age. My wife and I saw our doctor this past week, and were told we are both in disgustingly good health. That’s good, I suppose, but I don’t fear death. Both my brothers are gone and I have a small amount of survivor guilt. It’s hard to communicate with those on the other side. I look up at the sky and wonder “Where are you? When you’re dead, do you know you’re dead? Do you remember life in this realm?”
I suppose I’ll find the answers sooner or later.
