From the physical to the spiritual zone

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My friends an empty driveway has brought me back to May 7th , the day Marlon passed away, but it has also allowed me to relive beautiful memories as I saw it being towed away. This truck has many camping stories to tell, it has driven a tiny bit recklessly through the sand dunes of private beaches that only Marlon could have figured out existed. This truck was what I looked forward to seeing pull up every night. My heart always skipped a beat for my him, but I didn’t always show it because from the time the car pulled into the driveway to the time the door opened, my open heart unintentionally converted into the nagging wife.

From the moment I saw the tow truck my heart sank, no it didn’t sink, it broke into a million pieces. As I cried a good cry as the driver maneuvered into position, I didn’t notice my neighbor running to me until she was by my side. She held me and we cried together. It was very healing.

I stared at the truck drive away and carefully turn the corner just as I watched Marlon’s hearse pull away and ever so slowly take that final turn as if allowing me to savor every second of what once was of the physical.

I have now entered into the spiritual zone, and I am grateful that through it all I am able to make peace with that most difficult transition. Thank you God!

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