Aftershocks, Peace and Barbara Ann Eftimiades

The aftershock of an earthquake can sometimes be as disturbing as the initial quake itself but sometimes peace and calm can come after it all settles down and this is clearly true after one comes out completely to one’s spouse or significant family member about one’s plans to transition and live life as I believe I always was meant to live it - but for getting the wrong dang body parts. Last week the initial shockwave hit when I leveled my wife of 24 years (guess we will end up one short of that silver wedding anniversary huh?) with the news of my desire to fully transition and live life as I was always meant to live it- as a woman. She started angry and accusatory but when she did not get the usual Russell defensive counterattack, she seemed to calm down some. Instead, my wife found a person of great anguish and pain who never raised her voice and calmly (when I was not crying) explained it as best as I could and then provided her with a detailed letter of my life in a shell and what all is going on and will go on in my life as I fully transition to live my life as Melissa who I always have been. She expected Russell when she first began but instead she found Melissa. As our two hour conversation wore on and more tears were shed her anger turned to compassion and quiet solitude and then later to nearly a peaceful contemplation. During this process, she even held me and hugged me as we both shed tears without holding back. It was the first time we had held each other for so long in such a great while and that is something I do deeply regret! I love hugs – they feel so good! Since our first discussion we have actually hugged each other several more times.
I know there is much pain and anguish to come as this unravels even more and we ultimately separate and divorce and get to deal with the pain of lawyers (I need contact with them about as much as I need these little shrinking lumps that hang in a tiny sack nestled in my panties that will be severed someday soon- who knows… maybe the leeches err… I mean lawyers will take care of that for me!). I am anxious to begin a new life living it as I always should have lived it -as Melissa. I am sure there will some tense moments between us but I also think that in time we may be able to even function as friends. I will look out for her and I hope she finds peace and happiness in her life- I truly do! I regret deeply the pain I have caused her and I pulled away from her the last several years as Melissa emerged again with a vengeance. (I guess that is what happens huh when you stick someone in a shell for so long and live in denial and repression and pretend you are someone you are not?). The day after our talk I felt closer to her than I had felt in years! When she looks at my eyes now I think she understands and sees the pain and anguish I suffered for so long and even understands why I must go where I must go in my life while she rebuilds hers. She is a sweet, warm, intelligent and caring person (why I married her in the first place) and I think she understands or will understand more fully in time and maybe why we could someday be friends. I think she would like Melissa. She just simply cannot make the leap and go with me on my journey as my wife- a journey I believe she now knows I must make to free my soul! There have been times of peace and empathy this week but at other times things have been cold and icy as well. That is an aftershock but it subsides and she is back to talking with me. We have talked two times since the initial discussion including another two hour chat on Thursday in which we reached basic agreement on divorce terms and each of us have met with a lawyer and this discussion is not ugly or cut throat but we just want to split it up and move on. We may even agree to no alimony and the kids are adults so there is no child support. We worked on plans to retire some debts before we move on. I know there will be many more little aftershocks and few more rumbling tremors before any of this is all over but she is trying. No voices were raises and we either talked calmly or cried some more but we held each other and talked some more. By the third chat we actually even laughed a few times and despite the fact she could not believe it herself we actually discussed makeup and fashion. She told me we had talked more and held each other more this week than we had in last two years and she is right. I told her that is what happens when barriers are torn down between two people. She is talking with Melissa now …the shell is collapsing into rubble……
When she looks at me now it with understanding of my pain and what hell I have been going through and with a bit more love and kindness. I know there are spouses who despise their husbands transitioning and believe somehow that TS people can somehow be “cured” of being such by some magic wand and live life happily as a man. I sense that my wife is not one of those people and knows that this is real and where and why I must go on my journey. More tense moments will come as the aftershocks roll in but hopefully our structures will stay in place and peace can be found. Hopefully, we will become friends and support each other and our children as they venture through life. Just because she cannot come along for the ride with me does not mean she wants me to be unhappy or not be who I am as a person! Her eyes have met mine several times this week and she sees the pain and anguish in my eyes. Sometimes the eyes shine some shivers of chills too. I never know which to expect. Maybe she now sees through that ugly shell which created such a barrier between us and she sees deeper into the real me. The aftershocks of this quake will continue but maybe peace and calm is not as far away as I once thought and the rebuilding process can begin in our lives. The peace that comes after the shocks and ripples are all over enables an entity to begin the rebuilding process. We are on that road to recovery.
I know that if my friend Barbara Ann were still with us she would have had some profound but comforting words for me on all this-that I have no doubt. Here are the words she wrote to me following my blogs on coming clean and family responses which I wrote a few weeks ago as I prepared for what transpired this week:

Transition is a fire walk, for sure. My wife has outed me to everyone in a 50 square mile area, or so it seems. She has hit me, thrown my PowerBook at me, has taken my girls out of our home - to I know not where - for over a month. She has drained our checking account. And on, and on. Now we both are weary, like two boxers who have gone 17 rounds. You are going into some very emotionally charged territory, kiddo. Just answer their questions, don't respond to their emotions. You can do that in your car after your meetings with your family. Or vent to your friends, who are many. Love- -Barb

Not surprisingly immediately after this emotional disclosure for two hours to wife last weekend I immediately got in the car and cried out and called my sisters for support. Barb knew me very well and her words always comforted me. She left me messages nearly everyday of hope, love and inspiration. Her humor and wit and love and compassion for others was endless and she will be sorely missed by all who knew her …… for if you knew her…you loved her! Her heart was five times the size of her body! Rest in sweet peace girl!
In Loving Memory of Barbara Ann Eftimiades…….March 13, 1953 –July 19, 2008! Her picture is set forth above............................
Thanks to all my sisters who have comforted me this week as I need your support and love and I offer mine to you as well-always!. Our sisterhood and friendship is very important to me and I will always cherish it so much as I continue my journey in life! If anyone ever needs to talk, please reach out to me or another sister-PLEASE! Hugs! Melissa

Choices,sadness and coming clean!

What an emotional day this has been for me! The last twenty- four hours have been a mixture of sun and sky all the way to the falling drops off tears and emotion. Last night I had a wonderful time meeting my sisters in Warren for the monthly GNO where I got to see some old friends and meet some wonderful new sisters. I particularly enjoyed meeting a good friend of my roommate Joann by the name of Sabrina. Sabrina had just returned form Montreal GRS where she had her surgeries to let her live her life as who she always has been- Sabina. I engaged her in conservation for hours on many issues and she answered a lot of my questions about this group that is high on my list for carrying out my surgery in the future. I got a good number of wonderful hugs and had a wonderful evening dancing and chatting.

I got up Sunday morning, albeit a bit sluggishly, in order to get some food and begin my trip home. I only traveled about an hour or so when I got a call from Paula and she informed me of the death by suicide of my friend Barbara Ann. Barbara was a troubled girl and I could tell by our chats she was in tremendous pain over the breakup of her marriage and struggles to emerge as Barbara. I tried to ease her pain and anytime I saw her online or in person or over the phone I tried to cheer her up and make her think positively about her life. Her wife had not supported her and was outright harsh on her over her being transgendered. She had a supportive love and I would tell her she was not doing anything to family. She still could see and be a part of her children’s life as much as she could and build a new life and do some things she always wanted to do in life. She always ended all our conversations with a hug and good wishes and peace. I knew she struggled but I did not think she would choose to end it all and take her own life. It’s a horrible choice but in her troubled mine she saw it as the only choice. I pulled over to the side of the road and balled my eyes out. I felt her pain and anguish and I kept thinking did I do everything I could to help her? This was horrible and I wept and talked to Paula as she dealt with the pain and tears as well.

I gathered myself and drove the rest of way home. I arrived and unpacked my car and began to carry things up to my office. When I got there I found a shock…..a note from my wife that said “We have to talk now!” My heart raced and I tensed as I knew what this was going to be about …judgment day ….the day I knew has been coming for a while and which I have written about in last few weeks. No more hiding everything from wife on my journey and path. I knew she knew many things but her historical perspective on my changes and being out and about where uncanny! She knew about the loss of hair, wearing of panties for years and my polished nails and toes and ear piercings but she did not know it all and I have never revealed it to her and as she freely admitted she had stuck her head in the sand and ignored all the signs just as I said she had done. She launched first and I let her go…there were no raised voices only two women talking and lots of tears. She had found my letter I had written to her and tore up and rewrote a half dozen times. She saw the pics of the real me with my friends and she was most upset about the fact I had not told her sooner and that I had started transition. The discussion lasted nearly two hours and many tears were shed but afterward, and after reading the detailed letter I wrote her she did now know it all. During this discussion where there was no anger and rage we talked about some many things and feelings and all my years of denial and repression and struggles and our finances and kids. Everything but the kitchen sink- actually I think that was mentioned. More tears flowed and during this I asked her if she would at least hug me and I opened my arms and we held each other and we both cried unmercifully. Discussions of lawyers and divorce were also raised and while she was planning initially to ask me to leave immediately we discussed it all and laid out a plan for separation and redirection in our lives. I knew this was the beginning of some hard and painful times. I knew some very hard and ugly choices would have to be made and the kids completely told and even coming out to others in family and friends. She wants me to find a new place to live where I can live out my dream to live my life as who I really am. She cried when I told her about Barbara and although she understands the pain and anguish and wants to talk with my therapist and such, she stated she cannot live with a woman as she is not nor has she ever been a lesbian. Yes some real ugly choices will now have to be made but we have a very initial brief plan and I hope this can be worked out for all and although I know I placed some pain upon her today. I will say this…I feel a whole lot lighter now…like some monkey has been ripped from my back…Judgment day came and I survived and I thank my sisters for all their support and love as that helped me so much in getting this all out in the open and getting through the emotionally traumatic day. I know I could use some hugs!


Wouldn’t be nice if someone could make our pain and tears go away? Actually I would settle for better choices. I know sometimes I am emotionally a wreck and it seems that I am managing to somehow hang on each day. I know it is not easy being transgendered and no one ever said it was so. As I have said so many times, I would not wish this on my worse damn enemy! I Know I hurt a good woman today and I still care for her and hate to hurt anyone. I sometimes cry out to make the pain and hurt go away when they do come but the answers to these calls I know lie from within and not from without. Many days I wake up early at the house and go get the paper and sit and read it but some days before I get very far I as I lay on the couch, thoughts of my anguish and fears take over and have me pouring water down my cheeks. Some nights I sit up in my office and do the same. Today I bared it all to the woman who has been my partner for 24 years but she has known for a while I was drifting and I know it was my choice I drifted that way. I know the hormones have really accelerated the intensity of the feelings and emotions. They are real and I so wish I could end this vicious cycle of tears and pain but this cycle is part of the growth and life of a transgendered person in transition. The best one can do is talking your way through these periods and finding support from others as you support them.

Some people in our community don’t like drama but I must speak from my heart and my soul sometimes and ignore the rationalizing of my mind. Some transgendered people are so comfortable in the world of switching back and forth and enjoying their occasional expression of femininity. I truly envy them and wish I could find my peace that way but that is not who I am and any attempts by me to be such person have always failed. It does so because I am a transsexual transgendered person and I know I will never find peace and happiness unless I become who I truly am as a person and live my life fully as Melissa. Why could I have not been born with the right body parts that matched who I am on the inside? What madness in our world creates such a person and throws them out in the world to go through life what society sees as a “misfit” and subjects them to abuse and condemnation for simply being who we are as people. What kind of absurdity is this process I ask you?

Why did I fear doing what I did end up doing today? Let’s see…..could it be I don’t particularly enjoy causing others pain and anguish? I never have and never will. I like people and I genuinely love to meet and interact with people and never been into hurting others. I despise such actions and dread them. There is enough hurt in our society among people. Could it be because I fear hostility rejection and increased loneliness although it is no house of warmth at the moment? It use to be better I know and I know I made it deteriorate when I pulled back on letting them know fully about Melissa. That decision cut me off from them and it was foolish to do so but I spent my time talking not to them- but to others like me in our community who understood. I kept saying to myself … “they will never accept me or understand” I think my wife understands …...she just cannot go along with my journey. I also wanted my children to avoid be picked on and made fun of or ostracized by their friends and school mates simply because their father was someone everyone would see as a freak in the wonderful warmth and cultural understanding of Appalachia West Virginia. I protected them from this by keeping all this away from them and keeping others around here from finding out about me for many years. But in doing so, I furthermore separated myself from them as well and for that I deeply regret the actions …it was a huge mistake on my part and in hindsight, I know that now. It causes me to cry as well. I am separated in my connection from my spouse as well as I knew she would never accept all this so I kept some of it from her but I hated to hurt her. I think there was some peace today as we ended our discussion and we held each other as tears streamed down our faces. However, all I did by separating myself from her was hurt her even more.

I know I must come clean with them all and let them know everything about me and where I must go in my journey– they are owed that much but I know as I do I will only drive them away and I will become the embarrassment and freak to them that they will have to explain to their family and friends. I always kept hoping for success stories in this world of ours but nearly everyone in same scenario has lost so much when they come clean and fully transition. I know my kids will recoil and rally around their wounded mother who I have torn apart. Almost everyone on my side of the family is dead and that leaves only my wife’s large family who I know, and clearly expect, will gather in support around her as I am deemed the tranny freak and ostracized by all. The community? Yeah let’s talk about the wonderfully friendly people of southern West Virginia. They are good people and known to be hard working and generally friendly but they are not known for warmth and friendliness with those that are different and when they find out that I am a transsexual and “what I have done to my family”, I am as good as stamped with the label freak and home wrecker by those around me and their fundamentalist religious upbringing. I already feel alone here anyway –might as well dig my hole deeper and make my life more stressful and hate filled. Who can’t use more stress and hatred??

The other day just as I finished a morning cry when I got online and checked out some blogs I like to read as I mentioned in my previous post and saw that my friend Chloe had written a new one called “No more cake” In it, she explains how she has done so much to make it work with her wife and kids but how her kids have been affected by others response to her being transgendered and fully transitioning. Tears began to flow again as I read it. Her best efforts failed and she is looked down upon, talked through and treated as a non entity by her family members because of her finding her inner peace to become on the outside whom she has always been on the inside-Chloe! She stated the principle that she will never be accepted as Chloe by those who knew her as Ted and I knew that is to be true for me as well. There was too much of my life spent as that “other person” –the shell for them to accept me as whom I truly am.

It would not matter if the hormones and electrolysis and surgeries did their work to convert myself on the outside flawlessly to who I am and have always been on the inside. People who have known me only as Russell will only always see me that way- treat me that way and no pleas for understanding and respect as Melissa will ever change that- ever! So what is the answer? Unfortunately, for many of us the answer is that which Chloe and many others including my wife ( she wants to leave the area and not be seen here as Melissa) have suggested- its time to leave and begin a new life somewhere where they never knew your past and only can know you and see you as you really are with no past images to reflect upon. My friend Jane did that, and in doing so, moved form West Virginia to Florida primarily because she was never accepted by those who knew her from her past life here as John. I will miss her dearly as I always enjoyed our chats over a cup of coffee or tea. A kindred soul in my home state gave me hope- her decision to leave only rattled me even more. Furthermore, I know she will miss her kids and grandkids. A clean slate or as close to one as one can find? Is that the answer? It’s an awful dreadful one but the alternative may be more dreadful. One pretty ugly and disgusting choice if I must say. Will it end the pain? Will it end the tears? I do not seek pity and I want no sympathy and I doubt Chloe or Jane does either. In fact, I doubt anyone in our community facing this dilemma really does. Sympathy or pity will not solve the problem.
What we need are more choices and solutions or alternatives between living where we will never be accepted as much more than a freak, a nuisance and be viewed as the person who hid our true essence from the world and the other alternative of cutting ties to all and starting fresh in new life as our real outward selves but cut off from the past and all that is in it including our loved ones and families. And people actually think we chose to be transgendered? If they could only see and feel the pain and anguish we experience and the choices we are faced with they would surely know this is nothing anyone would ever choose to endure in life. Like I said, if given the freedom to impose it, even my worst enemies would have nothing to fear. I am not ashamed of being transgendered –it is who I am and I am proud of that and I consider it a cherish gift but I am ashamed of the choices we are left with in this world as transgendered people. Choices that only bring about more pain and anguish and way too many tears my friends! What day this has been for sure! Sadness, tears, anguish and death and disclosure all have taken place. Hmmmm….some nice choices huh??

Why I Write

Why do I write these blogs? That is a good question my friends and an even better one is why I write anything at all. Some people on here complain about all the “drama” or ranting that is involved in some of the blogs found on the net, including I am sure, mine from time to time. However, anyone is free to write about what they wish to write about and express and anyone is free to read it or not. Comments are encouraged but not required as well. Blogging is just another form of expression and is a free exchange of ideas and thoughts by individuals which helps the reader understand the author better and is necessary for our interaction as human beings. The moment we stop communicating with each other on this planet is the moment we are all in trouble my friends. Blogging is just another form of communication created by the evolution of internet which has vastly help connect people on this planet.

We have some very talented writers in our transgendered community and I do not consider myself among them but I write anyway for reasons I will explain in a bit. I absolutely love to read Jamie’s blogs and was very disappointed when she stopped publishing them a while ago. Although I don’t always agree with her, and it would be surprising for any human being to always do so, she is an extremely intelligent person who writes thought provoking blogs that facilitate the free exchange of ideas. I also adore reading Cyndy’s blogs as she has a wit and humor not found in too many places and it is always delightful to read her thoughts and ideas. Although slowed by her travels, surgeries and recovery physically and emotionally, I have always enjoyed reading Chloe’s blogs as she journeyed toward the completion of her transition and some of the best stuff was her and Jamie’s exchanges and banter which sometimes had me rolling on the floor with laughter. Others I particularly enjoy who have talent include Zelda Rose from Texas, Monique Monet from Cincinnati and Diane Darcy from Chicago. There many others I read. Of course, I always read the blogs of my girl Paula. Paula is not the most eloquent writer- as it is not her forte. However, I will tell you this she writes straight up and straight from her heart as any good writer should do.

So why do I write? I have always loved to write ever since I was a young child. I started writing about the same time Melissa was emerging in my life around age 10-11. I wrote many short stories and essays throughout middle and high school years which I still have today in journals stored up in the attic. My teachers loved my work except for the grammar and spelling errors but I almost always got an A for the creativity and imagination portions of the grade (thank heavens for the creation of spell and grammar checks huh?)
I even wrote a novella and a novel in high school and one of them was read by the teacher to my classmates as she took a few minutes each day and read from the chapters. For some reason, I stopped writing when I got to college except for term papers and exams and work took up too much time for me to think about my writing. My daughter has always enjoyed writing and took several creative writing classes in school where teachers found her work to be talented and imaginative. She was encouraged and to write and still does so today.

One day my daughter gave her teacher some of the compilations of my writings from when I was age 12-18. Her creative writing teacher told her “After seeing your father’s work, you write with a similar style and creativity that is expressed in his work” This incident occurred a few years ago when Melissa’s re-emergence (among the many) was taking place and I began to feel the need to express my thoughts once again. So I began to write again and this time it was in the form of blogs. The blogs let me do several things. First, it provides a method of letting me write again and that brings me great joy. Some people like to fish or play racquetball or sew..….I enjoy writing! Secondly, it works like a journal and lets me express my feelings and thoughts about life in general and life as a transgendered person. I find it very peaceful. I don’t know if I have anything extraordinary to say or whether I ever invoke thoughts or ideas in others or not. I have been fortunate to have a few of my pieces published in some transgendered magazines and newsletters and that has been very nice of them do so. Maybe from time to time I strike a cord somewhere or offer a small tidbit on a new way to look at things but the important thing is that I am writing again and I thoroughly and truly enjoy it. That is all that really matters anyway. I throw my two cents out there in the vast pot of ideas and thoughts we exchange and maybe somewhere it lands and finds a place to grow. The free exchange of ideas is a very good thing in our society and is truly necessary if we are to continue to advance as a society and co-exist with others who are here with us on our life journeys. Meanwhile, I am back doing something I truly enjoy in this life which by the way, is way too short!

Above pic is me taking a break form writing to get my ears pierced!

Death

Death………it scares the hell out of most of us but it is a part of life process and actually occurs many times during one’s life in many forms long before our physical body wears out or succumbs to disease! We can have many forms of death such as spiritual death, emotional death, death of a relationship, death of an idea, death of our personas and personalities and of course our final demise which ends our time on this planet or at least we hope it does! My dear sweet Paula hates the word and does not like me to discuss it or really want me to write about death but it’s just a word and I write about whatever comes to my mind and my free association of thoughts and ideas no matter where there may lead me.

Most of us have experienced emotional death throughout our life when we have lost feelings we have had for something or someone whether it is our work, our lover, our hobbies, maybe a pet or a loved one. Sometimes these changes bring about a death of an idea as well. I remember one of the most emotional times for me was when I lost my cat “Eers” when she had only been with me for a little over 6 months. Now I must admit I never was a fan of cats growing up and I always saw them as somehow cold, calculating, eerie type creatures and I was never fond of them being around me. I owned a dog as a child and I loved him a lot until the day I had to “put him to sleep” (i.e. order his death) and then I suffered emotional death from losing him. I never believed I could ever feel that way about a cat but a few years ago this little, adorable, playful cat that had been abandoned in our neighborhood showed up on my doorstep hungry and in need of a home. Something had awoken in me and for some reason I felt that this little creature, which was so playful and affectionate, should be part of my home. I discovered that the perceptions I had of cats were so very wrong. They are beautiful, affectionate, loving and playful creatures and I cried for hours the day she was killed by a speeding car that ran her over and crushed her in the street in front of my house. The tears flowed as soon as I picked up her warm little body in a towel and held her. Since that time I have added two more stray cats into my home and love them both dearly for the joy and affection they display and give me each and everyday. I guess what died in me was my misunderstanding of the nature of cats- my idea of the nature of cats and that was a good thing it did for if that idea had not died I would have missed out on so much joy they have given me over these recent years. It was my rebirth and it came.

Emotional death is closely related to death of a relationship and we have all experienced that including most recently my dear sweet Paula who is in process of ending her relationship with her spouse who could never truly understand her or embrace Paula but only the person that use to be confused for her and covered her from the world. Paula’s wife laid down the line in the sand and Paula was prepared to walk right over it as she decided that living her life as she truly is was more important than staying in a relationship where the emotional death had occurred. Paula also told her wife she loved another who accepted and embraced her for who she was and that she fell in love with her the moment she met her. These actions have caused the death of the relationship that once existed between Paula and her wife and yet Paula does not fear this death even though the person she loves has not fully escaped her shell to completely to emerge to be who she is meant to be. When she does she will experience the death of the shell that has masked and hid her true self from those around her and that death will be relished and cherished-yet it is death nonetheless. Again, it is the death which is part of life, especially for the life of a transgendered person and particularly for one who is transitioning. Rebirth will be found and Paula will find new love and experience rebirth of her relationship.

Spiritual death occurs quite commonly as well and actually quite frequently in our lifetimes. I have been in this struggle for sometime. When I was young, I was raised in organized religion but I never associated worshipping at church with spiritual enlightenment. The two often do not go hand in hand. One could go to church services regularly and yet still be very much spiritually empty. One could be filled so intensely with spiritual growth and understanding yet have never even seen the inside a church in their life. I left organized religion when I was young and sought spirituality from other sources and drifted form being an agnostic to finding my comfort with there being a creator of the vast universe we have barely even seen or explored. Sometime later I returned to another organized religion but lately that has slipped away, mostly due to fact the people of my church as well as most churches where I live are not very accepting of those of us of the LGBT community. I sense my spirituality will again come from my discoveries, readings, connections with others and maybe someday the right fit for me in a church that is open and welcoming and lets me seek answers and does not feed me dogma and rituals or spoon feed me answers. Maybe I will try being a Buddhist. I have died spiritually several times –each time to rise up and seek out for the answers to our existence with the reasoning we have been given as humans. Death spiritually does not rattle me and it should not bother anyone else. It is part of life. Rebirth is frequent in this journey as well.

All of these other deaths such as spiritual death, death of a relationship and emotional deaths always bring about changes and rebirth. Without the deaths we can find that rebirth. So with that said all of this brings me to the final type of death and that is our physical death. I witnessed a lot of that death when I lost my mother, only brother and father all in a span of 15 moths anguish filled months. While I grieved their departures it was my emotional death that I was experiencing and not their physical death. Painful as it was, I had lost loved ones but I had not felt their own physical death. Why do people fear death (physical death)? We learn to deal with a death of a relationship, an emotional death or spiritual death and we find rebirth and renewal but we do not deal with our own physical death very well and why is that so? What makes us fear death? Is it the unknown? Is it the fact that we may not go anywhere after we die and our body returns to ashes and dust? Is it because there are realms beyond our finite comprehension and we don’t like the realm our spirits may be heading to in that journey? Will we finally find peace in those realms? The unknown scares us as human beings and while it is tough enough to deal with all sorts of deaths beyond the physical one, we somehow mange to deal with them, find our rebirth and move on in our lives. But when there comes a time when we will no longer be moving on in our physical life, we suddenly fear this death like no other before us. Why? The physical death is the easiest for us to endure of all and it is unlike other types of death in that we will never recover from it and it ends all other types of death one may experience in our lives …..…….