October 9th is the anniversary of my younger sister Ann's death. She died suddenly, of an undetected heart condition in 2008. It hardy seems possible that she's been gone for seven years. When she made her transition she left a huge hole in my life. We spoke every day and spent as much time together as we could.
I believe there is another world, another life beyond the one we're in now, that's available to us, a more enduring existence open to anyone able to embrace some kind of a "leap of faith," or at least see it as JK Rowling puts it in one of her "Harry Potter" novels: for a "well-organized mind: death is but the next great adventure."