The Day the Old Me Died 2 ▲ Ham 'N Eggs- by Brigid Hannon 50 days ago · Life · hide · Fediverse post On the day the old me died, I ate an egg salad sandwich for breakfast. I had been craving one, it had been my 10th wedding anniversary, my husband had been dead for exactly 2 years and one week. I ate my egg salad sandwich in the gas station parking lot on the way to work, and that is when I realized I was dying. When I was a teenager, I had been diagnosed with diabetes and I have been in physical turmoil ever since from that particular disorder, but this had nothing to do with the body that I had been piloting- this was soul level, in the deep caverns inside our minds and hearts, in the recesses, where light cannot reach…I realized. My soul was dying.It was not a sad death. Also when I was a teenager, I kept a purple notebook full of poems and quotes for inspiration and one of them was from Buddha who told me that someday everything would make sense and I would look up at the sky and laugh. I did that a lot on the day the old me died.There was laughter. So much laughter.On the day… Commenting on Bubbles has been removed. Why? If you want to talk about this post, write to the author, use the comments on their blog if it has them, or reply with a "RE:" post on your own blog. Suggestions? feedback@bubbles.town
