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look forward to being reunited with them on the other side. I wanted to be on the other side. I had to go to the other side. I had to be with them again. Life was not worth living with their memories surrounding me everywhere. Selling the NY condo and the beach house wouldn’t matter because their memories didn’t exist inside a building, they existed inside of me and they went everywhere I did.
Suddenly recalling an inspiration Karina had written about the “other side.” I searched through her notebooks, turning pages frantically searching for the poem she’d written about the passing of her mother. I flipped the pages fast, almost in a manic state as if finding the words that related to my current thoughts would somehow connect me to my love once again. I found the poem and read it again and again feeling her verses, placing myself conceptually in her mental state at the time. I sensed some ethereal link, an invisible chain still connecting us, reaching from my place here on earth to the other side as I recited her words aloud...
Will we someday tread upon distant faraway grounds venturing above and way beyond our limits and our bounds
to a place where no one living has ever seen or gone where loved ones’ souls await us, as without them, we live on?
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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