In my experience, there's life — and laughter — after death
What you believe happens after you die — where you go (if you go anywhere), what life after death looks like, if there’s nothing after death — is personal. Before My Favourite Husband (MFH) died, I held onto vague beliefs that we went somewhere after our time on Earth was through. My dad, my mother-in-law, both sets of grandparents and friends have passed and I’ve thought, in abstract terms, they are living a peaceful existence elsewhere. I imagine their time to be content and painless. I think they are watching, not constantly, but drop by to check in on their loved ones still living. Casual guardian angels, if you will. When MFH died, I began to give a lot more serious consideration of what happens in the afterlife. Truthfully, I wasn’t ready for our story to end but, since it did, is he pain free? Is he happy? Is he at peace? The night of his funeral, he visited me in a dream. In true MFH fashion, he said “I’m OK,” words which he would use in everyday life. It...
