I finally got around to reading the above book "The Art of Racing in the Rain". The story is told through the eyes of Enzo, a lab mix. On the eve of his death, Enzo is taking stock of his life recalling all that he and his family have been through. It is a heart wrenching but ultimately uplifting story of Love, Loyalty and Hope. (We could all use more of those things in our lives) I had bought this book last summer and quickly discovered upon reading that the wife dies of brain cancer at a too young age. I did not have the fortitude or strength to complete the book. Well 14 months later, decided to take another stab at the book. I still did not have the fortitude or strength, but what the hell!
On page 162, I came across the fateful event. Here is how Enzo describes it:
She died that night. Her last breath took her soul, I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more reason; she was released from her body, and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere, high in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the dreams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, all the things that are beyond our comprehension, but even so, are not beyond our attainment if we choose to attain them, and believe that we truly can.
This passage soaks with Faith, Love and Hope. I know and realize that I will never comprehend this chaos and loss in this world. I debate and argue with God on a daily basis about the injustice of this all - How Gaye and I are now worlds apart - How the years have been erased from my best friend and soul mate - But, because of my faith, I do have have Hope that there will be an "UNDERSTANDING" sometime down the road, somewhere.
I pray with every fiber in my soul that Enzo has it right.
"Hey Deacon, I have a couple questions for you"
