I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about this lately, but does the body at a wake or a funeral ever strike you as a completely different person than when they were alive?  It’s like the essence of who they were is gone, and the soul is no longer there.  It’s literally undeniable, actually.  A lot of you who are religious are thinking duh, that’s exactly what happens.  While I don’t go to church or practice a faith, I believe that is what happens, too.  But it is still shocking every time I witness it.  I’m not trying to open a religious can of worms here, because I am well aware that faith (or non-faith) is very specific and different for each individual.  All I am saying is that wouldn’t it be amazing if it were true – that our souls exist somehow, someway after death.  None of us can say for sure, but believing that just feels right.

That’s about it for my deep thoughts for today.  I’ve got a very busy Monday at work ahead of me, plus a lot of painting to do once I leave later this afternoon.  I’m hoping to still make my move-in date for this weekend, but it’s beginning to look more and more like it will be early next week sometime.  There is still so much left to do, but every day I get closer to completion.  I can’t wait to see it when it’s done… I know I will be proud of all the work we’ve accomplished.  Hopefully I will have survived breathing paint fumes for two weeks straight to appreciate it!