Love that Nitty Gritty Dirt Band tune. I might just learn it.
I am so sorry you miss Lori more and more each day. This, in a way, keeps her alive though. I think that's what memory is - time travel and the keeping of the "dead" (although as the angel said to Mellon, there is no such thing as death) embodied in the here and now.
If anyone said you never complained at your funeral, I would break out laughing! Not that you complain, you don't, not too much anyway. But because they think of you as a complainer! And you are not going anywhere soon. I just know it.
I just finished your email, so I could skim half of this! A fascinating account of death, especially the bit about heaven being boring.
Hopefully will get back here to say more. xo
Which image is by @wales? I think somebody copy and pasted a bit at the end there...
Thank you Stacey for reading this long diatribe, er, COMPLAINT.... "complain" is a euphemism. I rant, rave, shout, shake my puny fist of rage, and lament, perhaps eloquently at times, passionately or vehemently and incoherently at times.... and that "heaven is boring" thing just pulled back the curtain on the "wizard." Loser. What a lame-ass thing to say.
This didn't make it into the blog, so I'll leave it here:
BOGUS. No credibility. Dang! He came so highly recommended by those who believe. He died and saw all the heavens, Happy Hunting grounds, Nirvana, and the Christian heaven--the worshipping at the throne--he says the Christian heaven is "boring"--obviously, he IMAGINED the thing. (Just when his lame-^ss story was starting to sound good, and plausible.) He dreamed it all. Whatever truth is in there, it is beyond me to discern. He read a lot of books, he "died," he dreamed a big dream bigger than Dorothy's in The Wizard of Oz, but in the end, he DREAMED this.
AND I AM MAD that I read as much of his verbiage as I did.