As of yesterday, my new life in the Midwest has begun. I’m now living in a bedroom (with a private bath) and there’s even space for Seabiscuit (my Prius C) in the garage. For the first time in a long time, I awakened this morning feeling only a deep settled peace and calm.
Sometimes, I wonder why I waited three years to get the heck out of Hampton Roads (Southeastern Virginia) where my husband ended his life, and now I realize, it took me three years to get the emotional resources and spiritual courage and financial wisdom to make such a draconian move.
After buying my little house in Suffolk 15 months ago, I frequently said that I’d remain there until I died – and I did just that. Subsequent to a “minor” surgical procedure, I died and was resuscitated (or as Dale says, “heaven sent you back!”).
After returning from heaven in September 2018, I sold off or gave away many long-cherished possessions, sold my new car back to the dealership and listed my house for sale. (On September 5, 2018, I died and had no vitals for 10+ minutes.)
Honestly, “dying” was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it gave me a new outlook on life. In fact, it continues to transform my life.
It’s my goal to write a book about the near-death experience. After that, I’m not sure where life will take me, but I know – it’s going to be wonderful.