Time After Time

 

When my husband Rob died 15 years ago, I had Time After Time playing over and over in my head. For 6 months, up to a year, I had Cindi Lauper singing repeatedly, vibrating in my very skull, every day. It was both a comfort to me and torturous. 

I don’t like saying this, because I know it makes me sound flaky, but I feel like Rob is trying to communicate with me from beyond the grave (well, actually from his Tim Horton’s jug, where I put his ashes) to comfort me and say that one day we will be together again. Do I believe in an afterlife and spirits? I honestly don’t know. I used to think the idea was silly… but now I’m not sure. A few moments after my Mom died in the hospital, I was holding her hand and the song Go Your Own Way suddenly popped into my head, and it was like she was telling me to go off and live my best life. Plus, about a week or so after Rob died (I swear this happened!) I was coming off the elevator, heading towards my apartment, and I saw Rob’s spirit come towards me and get on the fucking elevator. 

Well, anyway, because I’ve been stressed out about all of these crazy political events happening, worrying about the environment and the economy etc., Time After Time has been replaying in my head again. I feel like Rob is trying to comfort me and say one day we will be together again. Before we got married, Rob and I visited a psychic who told us that we were old souls who would always meet again and again. Maybe she, Cindi Lauper and Rob are all right about this. 

Do I actually believe in spirits talking to me? I don’t know. However if it is true I want to say thank you to Rob for trying to comfort me in these troubled times. 

I love you, Robert Shane Warenda, and I can’t wait to be with you again!