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3/4/2017 3 Comments

This Side of Other

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Tomorrow is the first anniversary of the passing of someone close to me.  Forgive me if I'm feelling a little introspective and reflective tonight.

​I've heard of a place called the Other Side.  It is where, when one gets there, all will be revealed.  On the Other Side, there is peace, love and harmony.  Strife and suffering is no more.  I've know many, many people who have gone there, gone to this Other Side.  Trouble is, they don't come back.  Sometimes I think I feel their presence.  It might come in a cool summer breeze or a chilling of the bones in winter.  They speak but I don't always know what they are saying.  I can only assume they speak a language I do not yet understand there on the Other Side.

So here I am, on this side of Other.  I miss those who have journeyed over.  I wish I could have one more day, a few hours, even a moment to tell them just how much I love them and have, regretfully, come to know just how much they meant to me here.  Yet I know that they know this.  I know it because I have come to believe they are indeed where all has been revealed; all is peace, love and harmony.  I cannot believe it would be any other way.

And therefore I wait, here on this side of Other.  I remind myself to find all the joy and love and harmony I can while here, on this side of Other.

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BETTE
3/5/2017 03:51:32 pm

SOMETIMES WHEN I THINK ABOUT A PERSON A LOT USUALLY
NOT NEAR BY BUT I BETTER CALL THEM BECAUSE MY ESP
IS URGING ME ON

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Beth Miller
3/6/2017 01:56:33 pm

I'm so pleased that you are writing again. I am not afraid of death because it is just around the corner, not a great unknown, and just behind a curtain or door. Like the scent of flowers or a scented candle in a nearby room that gently announces its presence. Like a snippet of a tune or lyric that brings a flood of memories and feelings.

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Jennifer
3/7/2017 12:54:14 pm

I always remember a family friend at this time of year. He was so young when he passed to the other side. We were both in the same English class back in 1968. On Friday he was in his desk, and suddenly the following Monday, his desk was empty. It is so difficult to believe someone so vital can leave us all. When our time comes maybe all these things will make more sense to us, and at least we will be reunited with our loved ones.

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