As I sit here in my grandfather’s hospital room, I keep thinking back to The Invention of Lying and the scene where he tells his mother about the man in the sky so that she doesn’t fear her imminent death.
I wish I could do that.
I wish I were capable of believing that.
But…I am not.
My lack of belief in the man in the sky prevents me from hoping that there is something out there that makes sense and where the souls of our loved ones are reunited and everyone gets a mansion.
What we have is each other while we are here, that is the only thing we can be sure of.
Shauna, thanks. And thank you for everything! You have been great!
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