Multiverse Dreams
I try to take solace in the notion that in a many-worlds multiverse there exists a version of my daughter who finishes out her first semester at The University of Louisville, moving from the dorm room that she inhabits alone to one with a roommate where she doesn’t feel isolated. They become lifelong friends providing emotional support in good times and bad.
Upon graduation she fulfills her dream of being a therapist and uses some of her hard-knock life lessons to help others. She takes graduate-level courses along the way, but while doing so lives her life helping others and feeling fulfilled in both her professional and personal life.
Her heart surgery for Wolff-Parkinson White syndrome that she had when she was 16 made her acutely aware of how fragile the human body was. She knew how important it was to live as healthy as possible and didn’t neglect either her physical or mental well-being. Though active with her career, she still saved time for herself, and even finally quit smoking via Chantix, having no worries about any purported side effects on mood.
She fell in love and was loved, eventually having the four children she wanted, two of which were Bryce and Wesley (this is an infinite world multiverse instance, remember, so every reality is possible and thus I will not forsake the boys for different reality without them.)
Her family finds a little house full of warm morning sunlight with a backyard with trees and a bird bath. She sits on the patio with her morning coffee watching her children play with their dog while a blue jay squawks its commentary from the fence post. She wonders how life could ever be better than this and she’s grateful.
She wakes up happy every morning and goes to sleep every night content, proud of her children, and her family proud of her. And she knows this.
She is active in the community and plays it forward volunteering for such things as Meals on Wheels and food banks as well as providing free counseling at clinics, playing forward all the help she’d received just as she always knew she would. She parlays her intimate knowledge of the day-to-day struggle life can be into helping others, and in so doing quiets her soul a bit and finally feels worthy of any help she’d received in the past.
As a grandmother she dotes on her grandchildren and continues the tradition of ravioli making with them at the holidays, passing on knowledge gleamed from her nonna who in turn had learned from her nonna. She writes two-page missives for each grandchild for every birthday, and they look forward to it every year. She becomes the role model of several generations.
Through it all she still talks to her mom and dad every day, sharing little moments of brightness from her life, a life not without some struggle or heartache or challenge, but a life of fulfillment and peace none the less.
I know that reality, that universe, exists, one of the many created by bifurcations caused by choices made or the occurrence of random events out of anyone’s control. I (we) are stuck in this superposition, but Adri is thriving in the other.
She’s outside on her patio drinking coffee watching the boys playing with their puppy. And she’s smiling.
Upon graduation she fulfills her dream of being a therapist and uses some of her hard-knock life lessons to help others. She takes graduate-level courses along the way, but while doing so lives her life helping others and feeling fulfilled in both her professional and personal life.
Her heart surgery for Wolff-Parkinson White syndrome that she had when she was 16 made her acutely aware of how fragile the human body was. She knew how important it was to live as healthy as possible and didn’t neglect either her physical or mental well-being. Though active with her career, she still saved time for herself, and even finally quit smoking via Chantix, having no worries about any purported side effects on mood.
She fell in love and was loved, eventually having the four children she wanted, two of which were Bryce and Wesley (this is an infinite world multiverse instance, remember, so every reality is possible and thus I will not forsake the boys for different reality without them.)
Her family finds a little house full of warm morning sunlight with a backyard with trees and a bird bath. She sits on the patio with her morning coffee watching her children play with their dog while a blue jay squawks its commentary from the fence post. She wonders how life could ever be better than this and she’s grateful.
She wakes up happy every morning and goes to sleep every night content, proud of her children, and her family proud of her. And she knows this.
She is active in the community and plays it forward volunteering for such things as Meals on Wheels and food banks as well as providing free counseling at clinics, playing forward all the help she’d received just as she always knew she would. She parlays her intimate knowledge of the day-to-day struggle life can be into helping others, and in so doing quiets her soul a bit and finally feels worthy of any help she’d received in the past.
As a grandmother she dotes on her grandchildren and continues the tradition of ravioli making with them at the holidays, passing on knowledge gleamed from her nonna who in turn had learned from her nonna. She writes two-page missives for each grandchild for every birthday, and they look forward to it every year. She becomes the role model of several generations.
Through it all she still talks to her mom and dad every day, sharing little moments of brightness from her life, a life not without some struggle or heartache or challenge, but a life of fulfillment and peace none the less.
I know that reality, that universe, exists, one of the many created by bifurcations caused by choices made or the occurrence of random events out of anyone’s control. I (we) are stuck in this superposition, but Adri is thriving in the other.
She’s outside on her patio drinking coffee watching the boys playing with their puppy. And she’s smiling.
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