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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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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 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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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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"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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