Is there life after death?
My mother died on January 18, 2013. Almost an entire year has passed and, yet, it seems like just yesterday I was sitting at her side @ United Hospital imploring her to wake-up. I begged her to wake-up for days. I think of that often. I believe that, early on in her hospitalization, she COULD hear me hence the single tears that would slide down her face. She could not talk because she was on a ventilator. She could hear. I know that. As a mother myself, I know that there are three voices that could possibly bring me back from the abyss if I was unconscious or in a coma. If I could hear them at all, I know that, if my sons were begging me to wake up, I would try as hard as I could to return to this world and to consciousness. When I ask if there is life after death, my question applies mostly to myself. How is it possible to really go on and live? How can time go so cruelly on when someone so important is gone? Sometimes, I think time should have stopped permanently for me on January...