As some of my regular readers know, I have always been interested in alternate universes.
The idea that maybe just a fraction of a breath away there was another me who had made different choices is one I have often considered, and I have even written stories about.
Well, a while back I had a moment that was almost like a peek into one of those alternates. I was cleaning in the picture frame aisle, and noticed a photo of a young boy, about 6 or 7, with dark hair and glasses, and holding on to him for dear life was a girl with blonde hair who was about two years younger than the boy.
It looked to me almost like it was a picture of me and my brother if I had been raised female.
A couple of days later when I had a chance to be in that aisle again, the picture was gone.
Weird, huh?
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There are a lot of weird
There are a lot of weird moments like that. I know there are more things going on around us that we can't see with our naked eyes. I always have conversations, to my self, with the folks I was close to who have passed on, especially on their birthdays. Dorothy, I remember when my blind deaf mute uncle passed away when I was 18. I took it hard, I remember him visiting in my dreams and he was whole, meaning he could see, hear and talk and he told me he was fine. So yes you might have seen that.
Multiverse view..
In the physical multiverse I guess there are universes where we are now pushing up daisies so lucky we are in this one. However what happens to the characters who only exist in a universe created by the imagination of one author when the author dies? Seems each reader is doing their bit to save the existence of the late author's characters.
In real life a nephew told me he had found a photo of my sister (his mother) and I as children. Expecting a difficult conversation I was surprised to see the photo was of my sister and the girl next door. Clearly nobody in the family or village had thought to tell this boy of my past or maybe he had misbelieved or forgotten a telling. It was tempting to claim the photo was of me but lies have a way of being uncovered with time or the girl in the photo would by now have two very different lives.
Rhona McCloud