Often when we went to see her neurologist and I talked to him about Cheryl seeing things or we saw the nurse practitioner and had similar conversations, he spoke of sensing a presence nearby. For the past few weeks that Cheryl has been away I have had that same sense of her nearby. It occurs mostly in the morning when I awaken. The sense of her is not always there but it is often there.

I admitted that to myself and others when we met for our support group meeting last night. The concept is hard to describe. There is something about being sensate to this world and being aware of our presence in it that implies to me an additional sense of soul. If there is a soul who is to say two souls cannot touch each other. They could become entangled and affect each other. Why not?

Yesterday I did not sense any of this presence of her. When I went to visit she was deeply asleep. No amount of talking or kissing of ears would awaken her. In the evening when I was home alone after my second visit I felt disconnected. Something was missing. I have no idea what but I felt or did not feel something. It was an emptiness and maybe a little anxiety because whatever it was, it was not there.

On this morning I felt her. I was certain she was awake and aware. When I went to visit, she looked at me and smiled. Maybe it is just fifty-three years of marriage. Maybe it is just a comfortable familiarity and an expectation that she will be with me in the morning. Perhaps it is just a pleasant dream of her that I am waking from. Perhaps it is what is referred to in the Star Wars movies as the force. I like to think there is an ethereal connection between us. We are eternally connected souls. Maybe a quantum connection exists.

Yesterday her end of the connection was off. Today it was not.

Carpe Diem. Carpe Nexum.