Time's Up

 I'm reading this book, an autobiography, about a woman who lost her husband and later formed a group with 5 other widows to chronicle their changes over a year.  Each woman was in a different phase of grief and rebuilding her life.  I think this book is depressing me because I have no idea what changes I'm going to make.  I did join a Quilting Guild.  The second meeting is today.  I signed up for 2 Pickleball leagues, but that isn't really new or different because MH and I did that last fall/winter.

I'm also thinking a lot about the finality of death.  Or maybe I am just feeling it more.  It reminds me of Star Trek where Kirk says, "Beam me up Scotty".  One minute the person is breathing before you and the next they no longer exist.  Sure, the shell is still there, but that person is gone.

I know all about the different beliefs of what happens after death.  I was a front row Lutheran for decades.  But now I believe that when someone dies, their shell is sanitarily removed and the energy, soul, call it what you will, is absorbed into some forever unknown entity or dimension.  I don't believe in heaven, or hell for that matter.  I think we just cease to exist.  When our time is up, our time is really up.

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