The first post in this blog makes a connection between my life today, and the possible existence of parallel universes.
A weak connection at best, but one nevertheless.
Now in my fifth year writing and preparing The Unlived Lives of Raymond Quinn for publication, I find myself somewhere between reality, and that which may never be proved to exist or not exist.
I think more about Steve than I did prior to beginning to tell Raymond's story, and the two are in many ways morphing into one.
Where does that leave me?
I've dreamed about Raymond; a person who does not and never has existed.
I occasionally still dream about Steve who no longer exists other than in the minds of those who knew and loved him.
But maybe that's the answer.
Steve's body no longer exists, but his soul, or whatever you wish to call it, certainly does.
In a parallel universe?
I don't know and it doesn't matter.
He does for me in the only way he could from the day of his mortal death until now.
Not what I wanted, not what I expected, but so much better than believing he no longer exists.
Hopefully, that will prove true for you and those you have lost as well.
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