Me and He: After Loss, Conversation with God

I’ve always had a hard time believing in God, especially After Rob died. Even when I was cursing him, it felt like I was talking to myself. So I finally thought it was time for me and he to sit down a bit and work out our differences.

myself: Hello? Hello? Is someone home?

he: Who’s going there?

myself: It’s Larry. Shouldn’t you know that?

he: Come back tomorrow!

myself: But I’m here now.

he: Don’t arouse the great and powerful wrath of Oz! He said he was back tomorrow!

myself: What are you talking about?

he: Ha! I’m just playing with you. relax. Remove the load. What can you do for?

myself: Well, first of all, I don’t know if I believe in you. And most of all, if you exist, let’s say I wasn’t one of your biggest fans.

he: I fully – and when I say it perfectly, I mean that I encompass all knowledge of the universe of the past, present and future – understand. My son, what is in your heart?

Me: That’s what happened in my heart – my son! And I’ve hated you ever since you took him from us!

he: I’ll get it, lar. You loved Rob like anything else. You are a great father and did everything you could for him.

myself: And you took him away!

he: For all the omniscience, you can see why you feel that way, but you already know why Rob isn’t with you anymore. You said it yourself.

myself: I wish I knew what you were talking about.

he: It is in part II of your book. By the way, I love what you’re doing here. Something very powerful. Intention Please help many people. You wrote, and I quote, “The soul knows when it’s time to go. “And that’s all.

myself: But why didn’t you let me help Rob?

he: He didn’t want me. He made up his mind. He didn’t want to be anymore. It was so difficult and painful for him.

Me: What about all the other kids you took away too quickly?

he: There were always a lot of people who were angry at me. They blame me for all sorts of things, but the truth is that it’s not about me. Well, that’s not entirely true. I created all life on earth, but then things began and took on my own life, as the proverb suggests. I am not a master of epic dolls. Your people have Free will.

myself: But what about the pain and suffering you caused to everyone reading my book? you It broke our hearts And we all made it incredibly miserable.

he: Hmm. . . Incredible. My son, an interesting choice of phrases there. All I can tell you is that it’s just how life works. It’s just a big bowl of randomness. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but something happens. Things change.

myself: goddamn it!

he: Jesus H. Christ! Have you ever heard of the Third Commandment? lemme makes it easier for you. Call me OMG.

myself: Now I know you don’t exist! You sound like me!

he: But secretly, when everything is said and done, you want to believe that I exist. You need to believe me because it makes me feel a little better about Rob. If you believe in me, you can believe that Rob is in a better place and that he is no longer hurting.

Me: So as long as I am in your God’s existence, what can you tell people? sorrow Something they still don’t know?

he: Well, I don’t like to brag, but I all know. That’s why they never forgive me danger!

myself: Now give it some of its famous wisdom And the knowledge we have heard a lot.

he: Well, you’ve already done it for me! You are my instrument! You’ve raised others! You’ve shared your experiences! You have helped my son, those in need!

myself: Stop calling it to me! I’m not your son!

he: “I’m him, you’re me, and we’re all together.” I love those young people! They still hold on, but it’s still my best job. With prayers of tranquility and pizza.

myself: You are a pretty funny guy for being a god.

he: Want to hear a joke?

myself: Shoot.

he: What is the difference between me and Bono?

myself: tell me.

he: Rob has never met Bono.

myself: Ha! That’s pretty good! I think you can see how you get along with Rob.

he: are you kidding? I love that kid! He makes me laugh, and has such a big heart.

myself: Now, Miss Mysterious Way. . . Are you me? Or are you one of the voices in my head?

he: What is the difference? How do you feel about this combo?

myself: It makes me feel okay, I guess.

he: why?

myself: perhaps It gives me hope. Perhaps trusting you makes me feel unafraid of death. Maybe it removes the horrible thing of losing Rob. Maybe trusting you offers a little comfort.

he: Perhaps it’s also about believing in yourself.

myself: Amen, brothers. Last question: Will I ever see Rob again?

he: I could tell you, but then I have to kill you. Hahaha! Peace, hello! See YA immediately!