I was remembering Peter today and how one post in a Yahoo group connected us instantly. It was not a haphazard meeting of the minds but a confluence of the river of life.

I asked Peter if he would write a book with me and he said that lots of people asked him that. His reply was that he was too weak. Neither of us had any idea that our emails would one day constitute a small volume about the spirit.

Peter had already experienced the dramatic loss of his ego when he had the accident that caused him to have many little strokes. They left him in great pain and utter helplessness, but there was one good thing about it all. He lost his “I.”

I would drag myself to my Mac with a breaking heart and Peter would answer my emails faithfully. It took him hours to compose one and it was always a beautiful thing to read.

He knew what it felt like for your life to be falling apart and I was undergoing the same thing while I witnessed my husband die.

I would write “Life With a Hole in It” after Bob and Peter had both left the earth plane. As I type this, I feel how aimless I was as I learned to live without Bob.

I don’t know why I keep at it, but I do.

I remember how both Bob and Peter were instructing me in how to go on alone. Two good men that constituted an army for me.

When my time comes, all of the essays I have written will disappear like those two men did. Disappearance is why we make our appearance on this earth.

It doesn’t matter a whit what God thinks of me or what society thinks of me. I know that all I can do is write about how I experience truth. It is alive or it is dead. I am alive for a purpose just as Peter was. Ho ho!

“We are hardwired to love. It is our life journey, purpose and destiny. But love is not what you think.” ~Edwin Smith in Relentless Love.

Vicki Woodyard

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