She described a scene in which the story’s protagonist, Tess, is struggling with things she can’t seem to resolve.
Her mother urges that Tess keep and drive her deceased father’s car, an old Mercedes he brought home to New England from Europe years before.
“It will help you feel close to Dad. He wants to help you,” her mother reminds.
The reader, who lost her own father while still a child, writes,
“It is so comforting to me that besides the concourse of angels (are they comprised of those we know?) and God (well there is nothing but God really, but that is belief, not really an experience), there could be others wanting to help me. People that I can and do know, like my father and others, whom I can feel closer to by having their possessions near, or by visiting places we knew in common.”
Without a doubt, this is a theme that recurs for me, as a writer. It’s a foundation in my nonfiction about the relationship between spiritual and material life, and the relationships that human souls share.
And it’s woven all through the 300-plus pages of my next novel.
The reader’s kind message concludes:
“The sense of the next world and the connection we have with it is sprinkled throughout your book and tends to both relax me (I’m not all alone doing everything by myself) and to open my heart to a continuing relationship with those in the next world (I needn’t forget about them because they are dead). Thank you.”
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