Our bereavement counsellor doesn’t think so. She’s suggested that the safety cues Nancy’s picked up from seeing her father happy and grounded and relaxed have been sufficient to activate her parasympathetic nervous system more easily. That’s an explanation I can get behind, because I know I also sleep far, far better when Maddy’s in my arms. What she’s given me is the furthest thing from oblivion. Instead, she’s given me the gift of consciousness. Of being able to stay present and open to the abundance life has to offer. I’ll never be able to thank her. And I’ll never stop trying.
