James’ mind wasn’t empty, it was full. Bursting with memories of Helen. He could see her and feel her, and there, yes right there, wasn’t that her perfume? And oh, that laugh! It was music, wasn’t it? God, he missed her. How could he ever be expected to live without her? It was impossible! But these memories, they were so rich, so wonderful, that he didn’t want them to stop,
The books intent on making me cry. I’ve been getting messages from a friend who died, it’s way past explaining, I know it’s actually her & really happening, it’s mind blowing & scraping away at my beliefs on what happens after we die, I thought, the cynic rational side of me, anyway, that we die that’s it. But I also have a very spiritual side, not organized religion, more like pagan or just that we become energy, but energy with purpose, with memories. Anywhos it’s thrown me for a loop, in a very good way, but my heads all “WTF!” One very quick explanation ⬇️
I believe she is sending me love & messages of it, through either very large seabirds, between seagulls/albatrosses. Every day as I watch the sunset she sends these past my window at perfect timing of my thoughts &/or songs.
Today she sent a lot at different times, but one time there was around 20 of them, no I’m not exaggerating & they came so close to coming through my window I thought they were going to!
It was around 33 birds today! Cannot explain it, just can’t.
