An answered one

It was midnight, and she was stirring again. I was playing a video game in my room, laying on my bed and she walked in. She stumbled around with her words for a minute, and then grabbed my hands and told me that she was proud of me. Not more than 15 minutes after I had written my post. She said "I am so proud of how you have raised Rachel and I know that it has been difficult for you." I said "Thank You. How much I appreciated her words and that I couldn't have done anything without the support of my family here, my family in California and how much I appreciated the support in whatever shape it took."

It was something, and I was happy with that. We sat and talked about Christianity, which was rather an odd conversation to hold with her. She doesn't believe in God or Christ. I told her that I did, and that I believe in my heart of hearts that it is real. SHe feels that religion as a whole is just something for people to hold on to because they are weak. I told her she was right, in a sense, that as humans we are weak but that weakness and dependability on our Faith isn't meant to be an excuse to not take ownership of our own responsibilities. Life is a lesson. That what we learn from the choices we make in any given situation, is what will determine the growth we achieve. Being a better person, each day and serving our fellow man does more to produce and serve our "own agendas" than any selfish motivations. And, it is a much more rewarding way to go, I say.

I think I was going off the deep end and am not sure she really heard me talking. But I think I got her thinking that there is life after death...that is something more beyond this life as we know it. Maybe...just maybe.