Chapter 74
CHEVEYO There was no more tear left in me. I had been weakened; there was no more strength. It felt like I was in a second stage of the battle, the one that was tougher. Could someone tell me that this was just a bad dream? I had to wake up and see my father and mother alive, breathing. Everything was recycled, or at least that was what my eyes told me. The atoms of one object transformed into the atoms of another. The energy was transferred from one location to another. So, while I had no idea where my parents were or what God has asked them to become next, I was longing to see them again and feel their love in the ether. So, call it reincarnation or recycling, whatever they wanted to call it, I was cool with it. What matters to me was that they were still alive. Grief and bereavement
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