Chapter 25 backbone

If the dead make up their minds to leave the world, you will never feel that they are gone.You're not supposed to feel anything at all, just a whisper or a breeze blowing by.As an analogy, it's like someone sitting in the back of a lecture hall or a theater, and you don't know she's gone until she sneaks out.Older people like grandma are more sensitive, but most people usually only feel a sudden breeze blowing in a house with closed doors and windows, and they don't know why. A few years later, my grandmother passed away too, but I haven't met her in heaven yet.I imagined her swimming in her paradise, with Tennessee.Williams and Dean.Martin sips mint julep, and I'm sure when the time comes, she'll come to my paradise.

Seriously, I still sneak peeks at my family from time to time, no way, I just want to.They still remember me, no way, they can't forget me. After Lindsey and Samuel got married, they sat drinking champagne in an empty house off Highway 30.The trees beside the house grew taller and taller, and their branches and leaves stretched into the upstairs windows. They sat under the branches and thought that they must find a way to trim these unruly leaves.Ruth's father promised to sell the house to them. He didn't accept the down payment. The only requirement was that Samuel be the first employee of his company and jointly start the business of restoring old houses with him.By the end of the summer, Mr. Conness, with the assistance of Samuel and Buckley, had cleared the vicinity of the house and erected a trailer in which he worked during the day and became Lindsay's study at night.

At first everything was inconvenient, there was no water or electricity in the house, they had to go back to my house, or to Samuel's parents' house to take a shower, but Lindsey concentrated on her studies, and Samuel looked around for a doorknob that was the same age as the house and lighting.Everyone was taken aback when Lindsay found out she was pregnant. Let me just say, you look fatter recently.The younger brother said with a smile. What are you talking about!Why not take a look at yourself.Lindsay said. Dad dreams that maybe one day he will be able to enjoy sailing in a glass bottle with another lovely child.He knew that when that day finally came, he would feel mixed feelings; the little sailboat in the glass bottle would always remind him of his daughter who died young.

I really want to tell you how beautiful heaven is, and I also want you to know that it is very safe in heaven, I am alive and well, and one day, you will come to this safe and beautiful place too.Although heaven is beautiful, we don't only care about whether we live in peace, nor do we care about small things like reality. The most important thing is to live happily. Sometimes we play tricks that leave mortals speechless with delight.For example, one year I had all the crops Buckley planted bloom together as a gift to my mother.Mom returned to gardening when she came home, trimming weeds, planting flowers, and planting plants with amazing results.What's even more surprising is that she had this kind of result within just a few years of returning home. The turning point in her life is really incredible.

My parents donated my old stuff to charity, as did my grandmother's belongings. When they think of me, they confess how much they miss me.They share thoughts and talk about their dead daughter, which has become a part of their lives.Barkley's drums boomed, and I could hear them all the time. Ray got his medical degree, and as Luana said, he became the real doctor of the Singers.As the years went by, he became more tolerant, and even surrounded by doctors and scholars who saw things as black and white, he still believed in the different possibilities of life.Strangers whose lives are at stake don't necessarily have a stroke to see a man standing in front of the bed, just as he called Ruth me that afternoon a few years ago, and he did make love to me.

When in doubt, he called Ruth.Ruth had moved from a closet-sized room to a small suite on the Lower East Side.She still wants to write down what she witnessed and experienced. She wants everyone to know that the dead really talk to the living. Between Yin and Yang, ghosts float up and down and laugh with mortals. Ghosts are like the air that mortals breathe , without a trace, but everywhere. I call the place where I live now Super Paradise, which contains not only my simplest dreams, but also my most heartfelt desires, as my grandfather said: This place is wonderful. Sure there are delicious cakes, fluffy pillows, and bright colors, but beyond all the glitz and glamour, there are quiet corners where you can sit and hold another person's hand in silence. hand, don't have to say anything.You don't have to bring up the past, and you don't have to make a lot of announcements. In Super Paradise, everything is as comfortable as tacks and newly fallen leaves.You are like sitting on a thrilling Ferris wheel, the glass marbles in your pocket fall out, but hang in the air all the time, the Ferris wheel takes you to a super paradise, where all unfulfilled dreams will finally come true.

One afternoon, my grandfather and I watched the movement of the world together.We watched the birds hop among the tall pine forests of Maine, and we could almost feel the energy of the birds as they soared from treetop to treetop.We ended up in Manchester and my grandfather remembered traveling the East Coast states on business before so we stopped here to check out a diner he had been to before.After half a century, the small restaurant is much dilapidated than it was then, and we left after taking a look.When I was about to turn around and leave, I saw him!Mr. Harvey was getting off a Greyhound bus.

He went into the diner and ordered a cup of coffee at the counter.To the uninitiated, he looks like an ordinary person, no one notices the twinkle in his eyes, he has long since given up wearing contact lenses, but people usually don't notice the eyes hidden under the thick lenses . An elderly waitress brought him a cup of hot coffee. He heard the bell on the door ring and felt a cold wind blowing outside. Entering the restaurant was a young girl who sat a few rows ahead of Mr. Harvey on the same bus as him, and who had been humming softly along with her Walkman for the past few hours.He sat at the counter and waited for her to use the bathroom, then followed her out of the restaurant.

I watched him follow her, across the dirty snow next to the restaurant, all the way to the back of the bus stop.She stood here sheltering from the wind, smoking a cigarette, and he approached her, and she was not intimidated. In her eyes, he was just another boring old man in rags. He weighed the situation. It was snowing and cold, and there was a steep ravine ahead of them, and dark woods on the other.After making up his mind, he started to strike up a conversation with her. This trip took a long time.He said. She glared at him, unable to believe he was talking to her. Um.she says. do you travel alone

That's when I noticed a long row of icicles hanging above their heads. The girl stamped out the cigarette with the heel of her shoe and turned away. abnormal.As she spoke, she walked away quickly. After a while, long icicles fell straight down, and he felt something cold hit him hard, knocking him off balance, his feet slipped, and he just slipped into the valley ahead, after a long time , the snow in the valley melted, and everyone saw his body. Let's not talk about these.Let's talk about someone in particular: Lindsay has built a garden in the yard, and I watch her stand in front of the long flower beds weeding, her fingers twisting together nervously when she thinks of the patients she sees in the clinic every day.How can she help them through the difficulties of life?How can she alleviate their pain?I remember that although she was clever, she often couldn't figure out some of the simplest things.For example, it took her a long time to understand why I always volunteered to pull the grass inside the fence, because that way I could pull the grass and play with Halliday at the same time.She thought of Halliday, and I wandered with her, thinking that in a few years, when they were settled and the house was fenced, she was going to help the kid get a puppy.

She also thought that there is a new machine now, which can pull out the grass in two or three strokes. In the past, we complained while weeding, and it took hours to pull it out. Samuel came out of the house and walked towards Lindsay with the baby in his arms.Ah, Abigail.Susan, my sweet little baby!I lived fourteen years on earth, and ten years after my death came this chubby little baby, my dearest little Susie.Samuel put my little Susie on the blanket by the flowers, and my sister, my dear Lindsay, kept me in her memory, where I should be. In a small house five miles away, a man showed his wife my silver bracelet, which was already covered in mud. Look at what I found in that old industrial area. He said: A worker at the construction site said that they plan to level the entire land, otherwise, if the ground collapses, there will be sinkholes nearby, and they are afraid that the car will fall into the hole when passing by. inside. While his wife poured him a glass of water, he stroked the small bicycle, small ballet shoes, small flower basket and small thimble on the bracelet with his fingers, and touched, he held up the muddy silver bracelet, his wife Put down his glass. This little girl must be grown up by now.she says. Almost. Not really. I wish you all a long and happy life. (End of the book)