When I arrived home from my Mayo visit on Thursday afternoon, I rested on my blue velvet couch. Suddenly I had the sensation of transitioning from physical life. The feeling was so strong that tears came to my eyes, which rarely happens for me at this stage in my life. Grief, but not horror. Awareness of my upcoming travel across the bridge, to the other side.
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Amazing…..It is like you are practicing. Other than your concerns with memory, you are healthy. Very interesting.