From his unique perspective on the "other side," my son has become our "inside man" in the afterlife. In the following channeling session with psychic medium Jamie Butler, Erik shares what death is like.
And although the dementia from which she suffers seems to visit more frequently, it hasn't reared its ugly head today. Instead, I find myself dealing with another important medical issue: GladyO's persistent question about end of life.
I sent a spry little dog to the vet that morning and received a dog that look 10 years older. I couldn't shake the comparison to my mother, who'd gone in for a simple procedure seven years ago and suffered complications.
In that valley of death, Monae invites slumbering citizens to replace the American lullabies of selfish spirituality with the vivifying intonations of lament. Daydreamers, please wake up, we can't sleep no more.
Heads of state and heads of industry had, no doubt, frequently visited Dr. Shine, and for good reason. He offered far more than a second life for old shoes. He made sure you began the day on the right foot -- literally and figuratively.
It doesn't take much to get me to talk about him, to think about him, and to try to accept that he is gone from this physical world. It's the intimacy of a companion that I miss. Coming home to him or welcoming him home. Saying "I love you" and snuggling to share a good night's sleep.
As a scientist and physician, I thought I had it all figured out. You live; you die; you're done. My entire paradigm, however, underwent a cataclysmic transformation soon after the death of my son, Erik.