I sometimes catch myself wishing I had the comfort of believing in those situations, particularly when my sister died, but then I start thinking (thinking- what a curse it is sometimes) about all the negative stuff that goes with that brief comfort and I go back to feeling pretty good about the fact that when I die my molecules will be returned to the universe and live on that way. Kinda corny but that is what comforts me. And I so think someone out there watching over me is creepy too.
Originally Posted by CraftyMel2
Thanks, Wrose. Sitting here thinking, it's almost as though I sort of wish I still believed. There is no comfort for me; no feeling of "seeing him again" and it just is so deep. DH says that when anyone dies that it makes you sit back and re-evaluate your life; think of your own mortality and legacy, and it's just part of the process. He is probably right. He usually is.