Shania, Epilogue
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A year after I helped Shania bury her husband (we always referred to him as the ex), Shania and I were married, in a church, no less. Shania’s vision had a spiritual aspect that I hadn’t anticipated. While I had some trepidation about this facet and the effect it would have on our relationship, my wife, my brilliant, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful wife proceeded to educated me. “What we have,” she explained, “transcends this plane of existence.” “Of course it does,” I replied, smiling. “We live on in the DNA of our children, and their children, and our great-grandchildren.” It was scientific and made sense. She gave me the slow shake of her head. “We don’t have any children,” she reminded me. “Well, not yet,” I agreed. “But, we will, won’t we?” “Yes, I hope so. But suppose we didn’t. Even so, what we have and who we are doesn’t simply end.” “So, you believe Göztepe escort in an afterlife?” “In some form, yes,” she replied. “But, at the funeral, you said the ex hadn’t thought beyond his own existence.” “That was him,” she said. “Not me.” “See, the problem is there are all those rules and rituals. I’m not sure what effect that will have on us.” She took my face in her soft hands and looked into my eyes. “Does it seem like I get wrapped up and rules and rituals?” “Not so far,” I acknowledged. “You and I extend into eternity,” she said. “Our love and our vision, that is eternal.” “What if it isn’t?” I challenged. “It is, my love.” I sighed. “You are my love and my life,” I told her. “I will do whatever you want me to do.” She shook her head slowly again. “It won’t work like that, Eric. We have to do this together, just Caddebostan escort bayan like we decided to be together, to make a life, to become the unified entity that we have created.” “Shania,” I began. “I know,” she grinned. “I love you, too.” “You’re still doing that,” I whined. “So are you,” she grinned brightly. “Every time you say my name I hear you say ‘I love you.’ I like it.” “You know, you can be indescribably frustrating.” “Only when I’m right, and you know it, but you don’t want to admit it.” “By now, I would have thought you’d have learned I’m a pretty down-to-earth sort of guy,” I said, making the last-gasp effort to change her mind. “I know you are. Maybe that’s why I came into your life; to show you there is more than just the here and now, and that our love goes on and on forever.” Shania began Escort Bağdat Caddesi to develop a glow about six months later. I warily approached the issue. “Is that some sort of spiritual thing going on?” I asked her. “You might call it an in-dwelling,” she said. “Okay,” I replied slowly. “That mean things are going to change?” “Most definitely,” she said, beaming. “I’m pregnant.” “Holy crap!” I said. I realized that I was nearing 50 and was about to be a father. Shania’s joy was infectious. Throughout the pregnancy, the hormonal changes, even the bouts with morning sickness, Shania simply radiated an aspect of pure delight. I learned to be a coach. When Erica Shania entered the world I was humbled, overwhelmed, and amazed to behold my stunning wife holding the product of our love for one another. “She’s as beautiful as her mother,” I whispered to my wife. Nine months later, the glow returned to Shania. “Again?” I asked her. She nodded, her eyes gleaming. “A boy, this time,” she said with certainty, “for you.” Shane Eric came out kicking and fighting. “Where is the contentment?” I laughed as Shania nursed the fussing baby boy. “Erica has your contentment,” she informed me.
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