Since my father died I've been slightly obsessed with getting some sign of life from him from the great beyond. And maybe I am a little over zealous to receive this sign as I might just over-read normal every day activities as them being- my dad. My husband ever the staunch realist, tells me I am ridiculous, and that NO, choking on a piece of matzah, right before I exclaim out loud how much I miss my dad, is indeed not my dad contacting me from the great beyond. He wants to make it clear to me that all these “perceived signs” I “think” I'm getting from beyond- are just happy coincidences and my way of processing my grief and trying to comfort myself with false hope.
And you know what I think? He just doesn't want me to believe in an afterlife- because just like Larry David he wants to get his game on in that afterlife– and so once we die- he can essentially be a free man- no longer tethered to me and well he can be that player he's always longed to be.
Of course he says that's not true- he claims that there is just no empirical evidence to support any afterlife activity and so how can I or anyone justify that it does indeed exist. And he's right, except how can he live that way? Knowing that this is all there is- and that there is no possibility that he will see me- the LOVE OF HIS LIFE- once we pass away- how can he live with that fact?! And how can he possibly believe that spirits don't exist when there's Teresa Caputo from Long Island Medium?!
The sugar daddy: “It's impressive, how would she know all those things unless she had some kind of power.”
Me: So then you believe?
The Sugar daddy: “I guess it's intriguing, it doesn't make me believe. But how do we know how much they talked about off-camera?”
Me: “They don't talk about anything”
The Sugar Daddy: ” Well I'll give you that she's amazing, I think we need to make an appointment with her…okay am I excused or do I have to continue watching with you”