"So what if I simply cannot accept that at this point in my life?" I asked my sweet mother, Victoria. "Do I die and go somewhere else, somewhere you don't, and we'll never get to see each other again, unless you come down from the kingdoms above to visit me...?"
"No," she explains, "then you'll be in your own kind of hell with weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth..."
"Oh," was all I could really say. "Then," as a hoped conclusion would come to the discussion soon, "I guess I'll have to learn those lessons there and move on when I am ready, for I am not ready now..."
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