It was winter, and an ice storm had come through and knocked out power for several of the surrounding cities. My city, fortunately for me, was not harmed. I found small tree branches that had fallen across my driveway, but relatively little damage from the severely high winds.
My friend, Gwenn, however, was in a city that had been hit hard, and she was without power for four days. I, personally, would not have survived well with no heat. Being without electricity and all of our modern conveniences including light would have been most disturbing, but my body has always demanded a good supply of heat. Using the strength and determination that she has, Gwenn stayed huddled in her house with her two cats and survived.
Among the other inconveniences of having everything in her refrigerator defrost, she was concerned about the smell of what might be a freon leak. That concerned her more than the loss of food, and as soon as her power went on late one evening, she opened up the doors to let fresh air flow through her home. The refrigerator went back on and appeared to be operating normally, but her comment was that the reason she did that was “so she did not wake up dead the next morning.”
Her chatter continued without missing a beat, when I stopped her and repeated, “So you don’t wake up dead? Do you realize what you said?” and I laughed at her.
“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” implying that even when you die, your soul lives on. You just merely find yourself dead and not a living being on this earth. “You know what I mean.”
Yes, I did know what it was that she was saying, and I concurred.