Alive. In my imagination.

I don’t like the process of dying. Especially if it’s long and lingering and painful. Such as it was for a dear friend, Claudia. Better to die suddenly, or in one’s sleep. It’s just as well that Claudia is no longer suffering. Of course, as a romantic idealist, I imagine that she’s in another dimension.  Where time has stopped. And now she has the opportunity to truly live. I would encourage her husband, Vittorio, to look at it that way. If death is as I want to imagine it – well, then it’s a blessing. That’s the way I’d design creation. If only I were the creator. And in a sense I am. In my imagination. Which means that Claudia lives. At this very moment. In my imagination. If nowhere else. –Jim Broede