Unfinished Business

I just finished watching the Showtime series "Dead Like Me". It only lasted two seasons, but it was absolutely brilliant. The premise of the show is a group of grim reapers--regular people who were for some unknown reason chosen to fill the roll after their own deaths--that take peoples' souls in the final moments of their lives, so that they won't feel the physical pain of death.

Sometimes souls refuse to cross over. It's usually because they don't realize they're dead, but often it's because they refuse to let go of their lives.

I have realized tonight that I am not unlike the newly-deceased characters of that show. I have a strong tendency to hold on to feelings that should have long-since met their demise. Regret is a difficult thing to bury once it's been brought to life.

I have finally had the chance put some very strong memories to rest. All it took was a few lines in an e-mail--nothing fancy or sentimental. I feel like I can finally move on with my life. I feel alive again.

Life is strange, but beautiful. From now on, I'm going to cherish every moment of it, from the tears to the laughter. Instead of yearning for the past, I'm going to look forward to the future.

Thank you.