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• JOURNAL 74

  18 February, 2016

  My darling,

  I must apologise for taking so long between letters. I seem to be in a strange season at this time. I’m not sure that I can understand it myself so I don’t hold out much hope of explaining it to others! Anyway, here is my best attempt.

  Do you remember the countless letters we wrote to each other during our years of courtship? We laughed about them and hoped that they would never “fall into the wrong hands”! I wonder what people would make of this letter should it ever be read by others?

  You know that I have long held the conviction that heaven is “not up there” but is all around us – like some kind of parallel universe.

  I recall the Neurologist asking me on one occasion if I ever had a sense of there being someone else in the room. I simply said, “Yes”. It’s like there is another person or presence who is there for no particular purpose except maybe to be aware of how I am doing day by day. There’s no communication. We don’t stare at each other. There is certainly no sense of fear or confusion.

  Do I recognise who they are? No, not really. The only sense I have is that they have been part of our life experience over the years. Sometimes it seems to be a family relative. Sometimes young, sometimes older. They seem to have no mission to fulfill. On occasion they seem to be reading. They don’t make any attempt to interact with me nor I with them. I just go about my daily chores as though they were not there (which they probably aren’t!!)

  This awareness does not equate with the presence of the Lord or some angelic being. They seem to be more “human” than that. While I can’t adequately describe their being, I find their presence strangely re-assuring.

  I may come back to this strange awareness in my life

  But Until Then….

  You remain the love of my life

  Mike