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In the house Susan and I bought, we had a room with a fireplace. But because we were both so engaged with the world of spirit, we called it, The Psychic Room. Its where we did the morning sage burn, kept our cards, and our pendulums. The couch that we sat on in that room we called the Psychic Couch.

Here in this house, the psychic couch is where Susan was sitting when she died. I thought I wouldn't be able to sit there anymore. But it turns out, sitting there brings much comfort, and my kitties will sometimes all sit there with me. I do think her spirit is still here, and my cat friends like that.

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That sounds like such a comforting room to be in. I wish I had a sacred space where my son and I have spent time but he lived in another city and I've changed homes a couple times since he moved away.

I do, however, think he dropped part of his silly spirit into my dog. There's no way she has the personality she has without being influenced by him lol. When my son was a baby he always had to touch my ear while falling asleep. My dog always nibbles on my ear. I think it's him hahaha.

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I absolutely believe that. I think we're taught that we are all so separate. I don't think we understand that when we're born, but we have to learn that feeling of separateness. Susan and I would answer the question before the other asked it. Even now, she's still going, "Yes, I know" or whatever it might be before I say it out loud.

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It is rather awe-inspiring — and as you say, oddly comforting — to think of all the many, many people who have "been right here" in the space I now occupy. It's a reminder that we're all only here temporarily, but while we are, we are as "here" as anyone.

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I also feel like it's awe-inspiring. It makes the world and human history seem so grand...which, it is. And it makes our losses seem so small in the bigger picture.

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It takes grace to say that, considering the loss you've endured. Hugs.

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I often feel like that whenever I remember my grandma who lived with us. It's as though it was but yesterday when she were right here with us.

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It's especially weird with grandmother's because they were here for SO long. It's like the end of a whole era when we lose them.

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I know exactly what you are saying. I keep expecting my late wife to be home when I return home from wherever I have been no matter how short a time I have been gone. I look over at the passenger seat expecting to talk to her. Even after over 16 months it is as if she just stepped out for a minute.

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I can 100% relate, Todd. I STILL think I might get an answer to any of the texts I've sent to his number since he left nearly 2 years ago.

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"Millions have gone before us and millions will go after us, but we were all definitely here." --

Somehow this struck a chord with me.

Funny how human life is.

End of day, when all is said and done, deep down perhaps most of us just desire to leave a little presence before we leave.

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💓 A wonderful post! That is really sweet part about your ear. :).

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