I don't actually believe in an afterlife. Not the kind in which we spend eternity either frolicking with angels or being tormented by fiends. I do, however, believe that the energy, consciousness...soul, if you will, of a person can hang around those loved in this life. I believe Jim does this, and it gives me a measure of comfort.
The thing is, all these tiny manifestations of his presence--seats moving at the theater, and the shoe incident during "The Oldest Profession," the pennies, the acorns, the scent--all these things must use up a lot of energy.
Even Jim, legendary for his energetic teaching, has to run out eventually.
And then I will be really alone.