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<blockquote data-quote="blackgnat" data-source="post: 727597" data-attributes="member: 13561"><p>Hi, SWOT, so good to see your reply! </p><p></p><p>I don't feel you are overstepping your bounds <u>at all</u> in what you said. You didn't offend me in the least and I agree with you. I think that the body's energy has to go somewhere and for me, even though I was brought up dyed in the wool Catholic (with Irish grandparents and nuns for teachers, no less!) I have decided that Nature and the Universe is my source of strength, Higher Power, call it what you will. I've seen all kinds of signs that he's around and some people might call it bullshit or witchcraft, but my take on it is, it makes ME feel better, so I'm going with it. </p><p></p><p>I'm kind of mixed up now about the afterlife, but basically, I truly believe that he is around me, or his energy is and in that respect, I feel he is with me. I have his ashes and a little bone fragment that I keep with me (yeah, I know...). I have some locks of his hair that still smell like him. I talk to him every day and when I'm facing a situation that is scary or anxiety producing, I ask him to be with me. I think he led such a hard scrabble life-one that I knew only a FRACTION of and that, in many situations, he had to be braver than I could ever be. So I ask him for a bit of that courage.</p><p></p><p>And yes, he was an arsehole. So I'm not trying to lionize him or make him into some kind of saint or guru. He cause me an IMMENSE amount of pain. And yes, he chose this lifestyle, that he eventually couldn't handle. But I loved him SO MUCH. I thought my love was enough to make him see he was on the wrong path, but he wasn't even in the same fricking time zone! </p><p></p><p>I really appreciate your kind words-I don't want to come across as a weirdo who can't let go, but really, that's the point I'm at right now, haha.If anything I write about being on "the other side" is helpful to anyone, then I'm happy to write it.</p><p></p><p>And I'm not sure how to contact you privately (can't even update my profile-doy...old ladies and technology, whaddyagonnado?) but I live about 40 miles from Chicago-an easy ride into the Windy City, so hit me up if you want to!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="blackgnat, post: 727597, member: 13561"] Hi, SWOT, so good to see your reply! I don't feel you are overstepping your bounds [U]at all[/U] in what you said. You didn't offend me in the least and I agree with you. I think that the body's energy has to go somewhere and for me, even though I was brought up dyed in the wool Catholic (with Irish grandparents and nuns for teachers, no less!) I have decided that Nature and the Universe is my source of strength, Higher Power, call it what you will. I've seen all kinds of signs that he's around and some people might call it bullshit or witchcraft, but my take on it is, it makes ME feel better, so I'm going with it. I'm kind of mixed up now about the afterlife, but basically, I truly believe that he is around me, or his energy is and in that respect, I feel he is with me. I have his ashes and a little bone fragment that I keep with me (yeah, I know...). I have some locks of his hair that still smell like him. I talk to him every day and when I'm facing a situation that is scary or anxiety producing, I ask him to be with me. I think he led such a hard scrabble life-one that I knew only a FRACTION of and that, in many situations, he had to be braver than I could ever be. So I ask him for a bit of that courage. And yes, he was an arsehole. So I'm not trying to lionize him or make him into some kind of saint or guru. He cause me an IMMENSE amount of pain. And yes, he chose this lifestyle, that he eventually couldn't handle. But I loved him SO MUCH. I thought my love was enough to make him see he was on the wrong path, but he wasn't even in the same fricking time zone! I really appreciate your kind words-I don't want to come across as a weirdo who can't let go, but really, that's the point I'm at right now, haha.If anything I write about being on "the other side" is helpful to anyone, then I'm happy to write it. And I'm not sure how to contact you privately (can't even update my profile-doy...old ladies and technology, whaddyagonnado?) but I live about 40 miles from Chicago-an easy ride into the Windy City, so hit me up if you want to! [/QUOTE]
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