I haven’t blogged in a while. I apologize. Those of you who know me know my reasons. I was pretty down for a while. I still feel sorta abnormal. I have this photo of my Grandfather on my book shelf from when he served in WWII. I’ve always kept it on a shelf where I can see it easily. It’s such a nice old black and white photo, and it’s really cool to see my Grandpa while he’s young. It was hard for me to look at yesterday when I got home. Today, it makes me smile. I’ll always be very sad when I realize I’ll never see him again. I think my attitude about his death is slowly changing though. It’s getting easier to focus on the good memories rather than focusing on him passing.
I’ve never really believed in organized religion. It’s not for me. I don’t need it. I do however, believe that there must be something out there that had a hand in creating us. Something had to ignite the big bang. I don’t know what I think about the afterlife, but I know that it isn’t just nothingness once we go. There’s more to life than our time on Earth. There has to be. Whether our souls live on, or our energy continues to roam the planet. Something is out there. We’re not alone.