The DU Lounge

I used to read about the fascinating subject of near death experiences, and I'm going to revisit it.
I went through about four years of different types of grief therapy after my husband died.
He died at home with hospice care. My family and I were there when he exhaled his last breath.
I know that our grief makes us find comfort and significance in things that other people don't understand.
I know that it's beneficial to find those things and keep them close to our hearts for as long as we need to.
Things like an unexpected unique rainbow, a perfect, relevant song on the radio, a face in the clouds that no one else can see, dreams of the person offering encouragement, a "familiar stranger" in the street.
These things happened to me, as well as a very specific joyful occurrence that carried me along for years and occasionally still happens.
Yet at some point my brain told my heart the truth, even though I know that my heart still remembers everything.