I am having a terrible time dealing with what happens when we die. Lately, it just seems to be something I keep thinking about. I wish we knew. I wish it was easy...we go here, there...somewhere. We continue to exist. My fears grow every day that we no longer exist and I don't exist...I can't imagine it no matter how hard I try.
I can't imagine not existing. I can't imagine being no longer my soul, if that makes sense.
