Julie sat in the same place on the same shoreline for the same length of time every single day. No matter the weather, hot blazing sun or icy winds would not deter Julie, it was her quest. Jim had passed on to another dimension, at least that’s what she hoped and prayed for while sitting in that seat. The empty chair beside her was ready for him whenever he or his essence or his specter came back. They talked about this many times when they found out his disease was terminal. He would contact her somehow, she could feel it.
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5 June 2026
The Bag Lady 
It could happen! Nice story, Cheryl.
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Some truly do feel that presence again. Nicely done, Cheryl.
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😌
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The empty chair is her constant reminder of times past.
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As in my story, maybe he’s trying but she can’t hear him.
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Cheryl, I’m so sorry he has passed on, but her hope is encouraging. I’m with her, I think he’s coming back to her.
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You never know what’s gonna happen around the corner
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I believe our departed love ones do find a way.
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